#series: nsyg

[pantoneyoongi]

neon signs | let's talk about it

title ; let’s talk about it  pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

notes ; 

this is part of the neon signs drabble series, where drabbles are released in random order (but listed chronologically in the masterlist!) 

series description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi.  (alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.) 

word count ; 1k

tags ; yoongi gets a little violent (no hoseoks were harmed in this chapter), probably (definitely) excessive cursing, fluff, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

yoongi is not a violent man by any means. he’s rather patient, actually, and generally tolerant of a good many things. 

but he is going to kill hoseok. 

yoongi glares up at his ceiling, resisting the urge to scream. hoseok, you fucking - fuck. fucking fucker fuck. 

he’s so frustrated he’s run out of creative insults. 

yoongi thrashes around on his bed, rolling onto his stomach and slamming his face into his pillow. his roommate isn’t here today, so he can be as odd as he wants without earning questioning stares. 

with a huff, yoongi twists around to lay on his back again. why would hoseok leave him with this information and nothing else? did yoongi do something to piss off his best friend and now hoseok is being petty? how else is he supposed to explain why hoseok ever so casually passed on the information that someone flirted with you today and maybe asked you out, too? 

yoongi knows. yoongi knows even without hoseok adding fuel to the fire by shrugging his shoulders and saying, “well, she is popular around campus, yoongi. did you really think no one would ask her out eventually?” he knows. you’re everybody’s favorite and it was bound to happen eventually. it probably happens all the time, actually. but ignorance is bliss and now yoongi can’t stop thinking about what your response might’ve been because hoseok - the worst friend on the planet - pretended to knock the fuck out immediately after delivering this information. 

“hoseok,” yoongi had hissed. “hoseok, wake the fuck- i know you are not sleeping right now-”

hoseok even had the audacity to let his lips twitch in amusement, proving to yoongi he was awake. but if anybody asked hoseok, he’d swear up and down that it’s not his fault yoongi is so painfully obvious and simultaneously impressively stupid, and therefore the easiest target to tease. 

yoongi ‘accidentally’ slammed the door on the way out (and then peeked back into the room just in case that ‘woke’ hoseok up) then shut the door again and grumbled the entire way back to his own dorm. 

and now here he is. laying in his own bed, devastated. 

he’s gonna murder hoseok. 

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yoongi taps his foot against the ground repeatedly. for someone who can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, yoongi is unusually restless today, and namjoon eyes him suspiciously. yoongi’s arms are crossed, staring at a spot just past namjoon’s head, but when his eyes dart to namjoon for the third time since they sat down, namjoon straightens, expression flattening. 

“what do you wanna know, yoongi,” namjoon’s voice comes out more like a sigh, like he’s the most exhausted person on the planet. yoongi clears his throat. yoongi generally has the blank-eyed stare down pat, but his friends are quick studies and can tell the difference by now between when he’s actually not paying attention vs when he’s just pretending not to. 

considering yoongi’s spent the past ten minutes trying to find the most casual way to ask namjoon if his best friend is now taken, it’s safe to say yoongi’s brain definitely has the on switch flipped up. 

“nothing, i just-” 

“yoongs!” you slide into the seat next to him at the student center, then spot namjoon across from him. “joonie!” namjoon hums his response. 

there’s no way yoongi can ask now. not when you start off on a tangent before either of the boys have a chance to get a word in otherwise, complete with animated hand motions and dramatic narration that have you leaning in real close to yoongi (and namjoon, but yoongi cares more about his personal space being taken up by you and how he’d let you do this literally anytime you want) - and yoongi can only watch with helpless affection until you finish telling your story. 

“so that’s how my day is going,” you drawl, then twist to yoongi. “what are you up to?” 

he shrugs, because he really only came out here in an attempt to interrogate namjoon before you spotted them and inserted yourself into the conversation yoongi didn’t even manage to actually start. he hesitates, then as subtly as he can, tilts his head slightly and says, “i heard you have a boyfriend now?” 

your brows furrow. namjoon coughs into his drink, squinting at yoongi like he’s sprouted a second head. you frown down at the table, unaware of the silent exchange between namjoon and yoongi that goes something like: 

namjoon: this is a joke right yoongi: i’m so serious rn  namjoon: for someone so smart you are so dumb

both boys clear their expression when you raise your head and purse your lips at yoongi. “who did you hear that from?” 

yoongi fumbles. “just. someone,” he scratches the tip of his nose. “or maybe it was that someone asked you out?” 

you light up in recognition. “oh! yeah, that did happen. that was really weird.” 

yoongi can’t stop himself when he leans towards you in exasperated confusion. “weird?” it’s weird someone asked out the most popular girl on campus? 

but you don’t expand on it, instead opting to spend your time bothering namjoon, while yoongi wages an entire two minute war in his head because while you’d looked confused about it all, there was definitely no clear answer on whether or not you actually said yes to the weird person who asked you out. yoongi is going to lose it if he doesn’t get some goddamn answers. 

“so what’d you say?” he tries to go for casual, though the judgmental look on namjoon’s face right now suggests it’s anything but. it flies right over your head though, and you drop the pencil that you were using to doodle on namjoon’s papers to turn back to yoongi. 

“hm?” you fiddle with the pencil. “no, of course. i didn’t really know him like that. i wasn’t interested.” you laugh, and the sound fills yoongi with relief, and he lets out a quiet, half-amused huff in return. 

“no,” he repeats after you. “of course.” no, of course. 

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“yoongi, let’s talk about it,” hoseok walks backwards with his hands up, as yoongi heads towards him. “come on, buddy. you know i’d tell you if she actually said yes-! dude!” 

series masterlist ; neon signs

taglist ; @thelilbutifulthings @bbsantc @chickentenderx @taegijns @princxssly82 @manuosorioh @sugaluvmyg @medicinemybish

#yoongi x you #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #yoongi x yn #yoongi x y/n #yoongi #did u miss them bc i sure did #sugaluvmyg #medicinemybish #sorry the @ wasn't working so hopefully the tags do #series: nsyg

[pantoneyoongi]

neon signs | interlude: welcome to the family

title ; interlude: welcome to the family  pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

notes ; 

this is part of the neon signs drabble series, where drabbles are released in random order (but listed chronologically in the masterlist!) 

series description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi.  (alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.) 

word count ; 1.1k

tags ; everybody say hi taehyung, fluff as per usual, i don’t know a dam thing about architecture courses so pls don’t come for me, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

hoseok is a popular guy. you know it, yoongi knows it, namjoon knows it. even hoseok knows it, though he’ll just tell you that he likes to make friends. 

despite his popularity, hoseok doesn’t often introduce his wide variety of friends to your little group. mostly it’s just because you all know yoongi is actively averse to making new friends, but also because the four of you spend most of your time together anyway, so if hoseok’s hanging out with someone else, it’s because the rest of you are busy. 

that’s how you know hoseok is exceptionally fond of taehyung, because he introduces taehyung like he’s a new pet. “meet taehyung!” he beams, arms out, presenting his friend. 

yoongi looks bored. namjoon is nonplussed. and you stare curiously at the bright-eyed boy standing next to hoseok. 

taehyung waves. you wave back and he lights up. he’s cute, earnest, and entirely unbothered by the lackluster response from the rest of your friends, but thoroughly pleased with the attention you offer. “nice to meet you, taehyung,” you smile.

“he’s my little,” hoseok announces. 

namjoon furrows his eyebrows. “you’re not in a frat, hobi.” 

hoseok blinks back. “is that only for frats?” 

namjoon squints a little. “i - i think so?” 

“huh,” hoseok mutters. “well - i’ve adopted him anyway.” 

your mouth twists as you try to hide a smile. you stick out a hand. “welcome to the family, taehyung.” 

taehyung’s eyes gleam when he takes your hand, and that serves as namjoon’s first and only warning that this can only end in chaos. 

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namjoon doesn’t know what it is. a decade’s worth of friendship with you, and this - he’s sure he’ll never figure this out. he truly does not know what it is about taehyung that brings out the most unhinged parts of you, and quite frankly, at this point, he doesn’t really want to know. 

“spaghetti. you are literally using spaghetti-” namjoon’s sentence crumbles into an exasperated noise, throwing his hands in the air before he flings himself onto his bed, which yoongi for once isn’t occupying the free horizontal space. he’s instead sitting in hoseok’s chair, looking like the math meme lady, trying to figure out what you and taehyung are doing. 

“there is method to the madness,” you drone, as taehyung helps you build your spaghetti-house-design-thing. you’ve done weirder things for class, you don’t know why namjoon thinks this is the weirdest. probably because taehyung also brought spaghetti sauce, which, yeah, admittedly not usually a part of the process. 

“you could paint with it,” taehyung had suggested when he first walked through the door, and since you’ve decided you kind of adore taehyung, you just let him run with it. but you’re definitely not painting your dry spaghetti building with spaghetti sauce. 

he gets an A for effort though. 

yoongi still looks deeply confused, though he’s starting to eye the spaghetti sauce a little more suspiciously now. namjoon knows you well enough to mostly be convinced that you won’t actually use it, but yoongi on the other hand has never seen you as giggly and scheming as you’ve been around taehyung, so he’s not so sure. 

the good news is, you seem less heart-eyes about taehyung and more just sheerly fascinated by the way his brain works, which yoongi considers a win compared to the way you are around seokjin. besides, it’s hard not to like taehyung. it’s like watching a toddler discover new things. 

taehyung helps you put together your project, careful and earnest. you’ve enlisted taehyung’s help mostly because namjoon is prone to snapping spaghetti in half, and since yoongi helped you blueprint the concept in the first place, you won’t let him get anywhere near the actual build. you helped a lot already, you’d insisted, so yoongi’s been relegated to babysitting duty - aka, keeping an eye on taehyung as he glues and tapes and pieces things together. 

taehyung doesn’t really need much help. he’s quite good at following instructions, so yoongi keeps getting distracted by you, instead. 

you’re pretty when you’re focused. you’re pretty all the time, but the way you narrow in on details, the way you bite your lip and your eyebrows pinch in as you steadily put together your project - yoongi has a hard time keeping his eyes from straying back to you. you’re serious about your studies, even if they come in the form of spaghetti architecture. 

your eyes lift away from your building to find his, and he freezes, caught in the act. he doesn’t even realize he’s holding his breath until you smile at him, eyes tired but happy. your hair’s a mess and you’ve got tools and boxes and glue all around you but he lets out the breath he’d been holding, smiling softly back at you, too. he gives you a tiny, encouraging thumbs up. you’re doing well. 

your eyes crinkle in the corners, pleased, and even when you’ve got bags under eyes and you’re in a ratty old sweater, and there’s still that concerning jar of spaghetti sauce beside you, yoongi’s heart trips all over itself because of you. 

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the project is finished at nearing six in the morning. somewhere around one or two in the morning, the boys had started taking thirty minute shifts, rotating to help you while the others took a nap. you stayed awake through it all, insistent on overseeing your project, giving them instructions on what goes where, in which direction, using what tool. they listen carefully, but the longer you’re up, the more delirious you get, and at some point the communication is largely weak, sleepy hand gestures more than actual words. 

but it’s done. it’s done, and you hit the floor so fast, taehyung has barely just enough time to catch you and slip a pillow under your head. 

yoongi’s eyes blink open slowly. he stirs when he realizes you’re no longer sitting upright, but his brain isn’t running on all engines, and he can only register that taehyung is grabbing a throw from the foot of hoseok’s bed to lay over you. yoongi watches taehyung pull the blanket up to your chin, before he’s curling up on the floor too, out cold in seconds. 

yoongi’s gaze slides back over to you. he glances at taehyung, and from yoongi’s spot opposite the two of you on the ground, he can also see namjoon and hoseok snoring away in their beds. his eyes turn back to you, finally sleeping peacefully as the beginnings of the morning light start to filter through the window. 

taehyung’s nice, yoongi decides. sweet, like you, if a little unorthodox. but the most important is that, like everyone else you’ve let get close to you, he takes care of you. even if it means staying up till six in the morning, gluing together spaghetti on the floor of a cramped dorm room. 

and that’s pretty okay, yoongi thinks. 

series masterlist ; neon signs

taglist ; @thelilbutifulthings @bbsantc @chickentenderx @taegijns @princxssly82 @manuosorioh @sugaluvmyg @medicinemybish

#yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #yoongi x yn #yoongi x y/n #series: nsyg #sugaluvmyg #im ngl i kinda love namjoon in this series too like he's just so over it all the time LOOL #sorry for the slow updates everyone :( pls enjoy this tiny interlude

[pantoneyoongi]

neon signs [masterlist] | myg

title ; neon signs [ drabble series ]  pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi.

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.)

tags ; college!au, fluff, idiots to lovers, they’re both kinda shy and also stupid dense and therefore terribly cute, both of them know the other is the university’s campus crush but neither of them know they themselves are campus crushes, best friend!namjoon, yoongi’s best friend!hoseok, namjoon and hoseok are the most patient and exasperated besties in the world

tracklist ; happening again - katherine li, something - gnash, first love - exo, dimple - bts, healthy - prettymuch

notes ; 

um so i absolutely had an angstier fic planned for yoongi but then i thought of this and well. i couldn’t resist 

this will probably be another drabble series where i release it out of order but the masterlist will be in order :) i don’t have a schedule planned but i hope y’all enjoy !! 

blog tag ; series: nsyg

freshman year

↠ it’s a small world after all  alternatively, the first time you and yoongi meet 

↠ we are not cut out for this  alternatively, the origins of campus crush 

↠ you do this for fun?  alternatively, yoongi catches feelings (real)

↠ hoodie to marriage to children pipeline  alternatively, namjoon gets sick of lending you his sweaters

↠ interlude: do you know something?  alternatively, namjoon and hoseok try to pry a (not-so) secret out of each other 

↠ nice gloves  alternatively, yoongi decides winter isn’t that bad 

↠ just a really nice friend  alternatively, namjoon knows you better than you know yourself 

↠ jealousy is a disease  alternatively, yoongi meets seokjin 

↠ let’s talk about it  alternatively, yoongi considers sending hoseok to an early grave 

sophomore year

↠ not this again  alternatively, you definitely still have a crush on min yoongi 

↠ interlude: welcome to the family alternatively, hoseok adopts taehyung

↠ absolutely, without a doubt, no -- coming soon! alternatively, yoongi turns someone down in front of you

↠ i thought you were telling taehyung -- coming soon! alternatively, namjoon and hoseok forgot to tell taehyung The Plan 

↠ who do you think you’ve been fooling? -- coming soon! alternatively, you’re beyond the point of denying your feelings 

↠ those are called dates  alternatively, you and yoongi have weekly dates (fake) 

↠ troy bolton has nothing on yoongi  alternatively, yoongi tries to impress you (and succeeds)

↠ whenever you need me  alternatively, you have a bad day 

↠ coming soon!

junior year

↠ halloweentown is a top tier movie -- coming soon! alternatively, hoseok is not allowed to plan halloween anymore 

↠ chocolates are not a friend gift -- coming soon! 

↠ almost -- coming soon! alternatively, that one time yoongi almost kisses you 

↠ coming soon!

senior year 

↠ coming soon!

#yoongi x you #yoongi x yn #yoongi x reader #yoongi x y/n #yoongi fluff #yoongi #min yoongi #series: nsyg #all the planning for this fic happened at 2am in the span of one night so i have literally zero idea how well this is gonna pan out

[pantoneyoongi]

neon signs | jealousy is a disease

title ; jealousy is a disease pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

notes ; 

this is part of the neon signs drabble series, where drabbles are released in random order (but listed chronologically in the masterlist!) 

series description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi. 

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.) 

word count ; 2.2k

tags ; yoongi is a simp, that’s all i have to say, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

look, yoongi will never admit it. but whenever seokjin’s name comes out of your mouth, he has the oddest urge to abruptly switch subjects until seokjin is the farthest thing from your mind. you always brighten up when you talk about him, saying seokjin this and seokjin that and fine, the way your eyes light up is incredibly endearing and that’s great but how come it’s always jinnie said the funniest thing today and never yoongi you’re the funniest person i know, huh?

probably because yoongi is not the funniest person you know, and he’s pretty sure he never will be because yoongi is not exactly the class clown type. but he digresses. 

you’re doing it again now, and yoongi thinks taking the differential equations midterm exam might actually have been better than this. yes, he’ll listen to anything you have to say at any given point in time but he’s never met this seokjin guy and it’s hard not to be miffed when he’s pretty sure you’ve never once looked at yoongi the way you look when you’re talking about jinniejin.

jinniejin. are we kidding? 

(okay, yes, it’s kind of your thing. when you really want something out of namjoon you will also whip out the jooniejoon, though yoongi is maybe 98.3% certain that’s mostly because namjoon cringes really hard at it and will do just about anything to make you stop calling him that.) 

(but also, quick question - when does yoongi get a cute nickname?) 

“can he come tonight?” you ask, and yoongi immediately tunes back into the conversation. this sounds important, and not like a dissertation on how cute jin is when he’s eating like an alpaca. 

“sure,” hoseok agrees easily, the fucking traitor. his best friend glances at him and grins. “it’ll be nice to meet this guy you never stop talking about, y/n.” 

you wiggle in your seat, excited. “you’ll like him, i swear. he’s been really nice to me all semester.” your eyes fall to yoongi and he doesn’t have the heart not to smile back at you, not when you seem so eager for the boys and seokjin to meet. after all, seokjin is one of very few genuine friends you have outside of namjoon, hoseok, and yoongi, so that has to count for something. you met him at the beginning of the semester and have been enraptured since, much to yoongi’s dismay. 

having gotten your dinner plans sorted out, you say your goodbyes, running off for class. yoongi watches forlornly as you go, dreading tonight. 

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the worst part about spring semester isn’t that you met seokjin. it’s that yoongi doesn’t share any classes with you. 

it means he has no excuses to message you one-on-one, or see you at least once or twice a week. granted, hoseok usually solves that problem by dragging you all together for dinner or piling into his dorm room on the weekends, but still. it’s not the same. chinese class was his thing with you. only you. 

now studying together is a group activity when yoongi would much prefer to be alone in a library room with you, sitting shoulder to shoulder, feeling his heart race whenever you giggle and lean in a little too close to point out his godawful penmanship. 

he’s thinking about this because you’re leaning a little too close to seokjin right now, the prettiest smile on your face as you beam up at your friend. the five of you are crowded into a table at the local diner, you next to seokjin on one side while yoongi somehow got squished between namjoon and hoseok on the other. now he gets the prime view for watching you loop your arm around seokjin’s whenever you get excited, squeezing him tight. 

do you do that with namjoon, too? hoseok? yoongi can’t remember. 

you definitely don’t do that with yoongi, though. he would absolutely remember that. 

the thing about being in the engineering department is that it makes yoongi incredibly analytical. or maybe that’s just an excuse for how yoongi is as a person. the moment you stepped through the diner door with jin on your arm, yoongi had assessed him from head to toe: tall. handsome. broad. seokjin had let you drag him forward as soon as you’d spotted your friends at the table, chuckling fondly when you’d tugged him along, legs long enough to easily keep pace with you even when you were practically skipping to the table. 

the introductions were short, and since hoseok’s here, quick to descend into chaos. seokjin matches hoseok’s energy as if they’re lifelong friends yet pulls back to be gentle with you, and yoongi thinks he might develop a headache if he sees seokjin pat your head one more time. 

by accident, he catches your eyes halfway through dinner. something in the way you look at yoongi feels hopeful, like you’re asking for his approval. between the three boys, yoongi has the hardest time making friends. hoseok and namjoon are both social butterflies in their own right; yoongi has nearly intentionally clipped his own wings in that regard. but you’re asking. when you look at him like that, you’re asking yoongi if he’ll be friends with seokjin. jinniejin. 

how can he possibly say no? 

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see, seokjin is a nice guy, and yoongi hates that. 

he can’t explain it. well he could, but he’d prefer not to. 

at the least, seokjin only becomes a sort of floater in your group of four. he comes and goes - mostly whenever you ask him to - so for the most part seokjin is more your friend than a friend. (note that this is not yoongi’s fault. yoongi is playing nice.) 

but it’s really hard not to resent how nice seokjin is because it means that yoongi has no valid reason to not point out that your apparent favorite person is heading your way, sending you flying out from your spot next to yoongi, across the grass to take a running leap right into seokjin’s arms. 

yoongi feels like he might die. he can’t believe the trade-off to seeing you scream and giggle happily is the fact that seokjin is the one swinging you in circles, made even worse because yoongi can tell that doing that makes seokjin dizzy but seokjin seems willing to do anything to appease you with the things you want. 

seokjin sets you back down on your feet and yoongi glares at hoseok. hoseok’s the one who said you and seokjin are ‘just friends’ and that you ‘don’t have a crush’ on your new friend. hoseok is a liar. look at you! look at how happy you are just to see him! 

“don’t look at me like that,” hoseok whispers. “i know they’re close but it’s not like that.” he elbows namjoon. “tell yoongi it’s not like that.” 

“it’s not,” namjoon shrugs. “they’re really just good friends. she says he takes care of her.” 

boyfriends take care of their partners, yoongi wants to wail, but he keeps his mouth firmly shut, sucking his teeth. he keeps his head ducked but his eyes can’t stop glancing up to watch you talk animatedly to seokjin as you cross the courtyard together, seokjin patiently listening to you. he nods and hums along to everything you say, leans down a little to respond so you’re closer in height. 

something he says makes you flush, and you shove at him lightly, your face doing that thing where it gets all scrunched up because you’re embarrassed. it happens a lot when namjoon puts his foot in his mouth when he’s talking about something that was supposed to be best-friend-restricted-information. 

seokjin laughs loudly but seems to relent, rubbing your arm soothingly until you’re done pouting, and yoongi has to resist the urge to plant his face straight into the ground. 

namjoon gives him a sympathetic smile. 

lovely. 

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ever since yoongi met seokjin, it’s like he sees him everywhere. well - not everywhere. everywhere with you. 

it’s not entirely abnormal for yoongi to bump into you on campus - between your shared minor and the university’s core curriculum requirements, there’s bound to be some overlap. but he swears he’s never seen you as often as he does now - side by side with none other than kim seokjin. 

it has his heart dropping in his chest much harder than he’d care to admit. much worse is the fact that yoongi doesn’t seem to know how to act, so every time he catches sight of you and seokjin together, he dives behind literally any object large enough to hide him. 

today, it’s some random statue decorating the campus grounds. he peeks past it, watching as you and seokjin head down the sidewalk, crossing towards one of the newer built academic buildings. he yelps when a hand clasps him on the shoulder, hoseok’s megaphone voice in his ear, “yoongi! what are you doi-”

yoongi shoves his hands against hoseok’s mouth and yanks him to the ground, head popping up to see if you noticed the commotion, but you’re at a much farther distance now, almost to the doors of the building. hoseok sputters and yanks yoongi’s hand off his mouth. “dude??” 

yoongi winces. “sorry,” he mutters. hoseok shifts over to see what yoongi is hiding from, and sucks in a breath, shaking his head. 

“jealousy is a disease, yoongi,” hoseok wags his finger at his friend. yoongi slaps his hand away. 

“please stop talking so loud.” 

“she can’t hear us! if i wanted her to hear us, i would crank it up, like, HEY-” 

“i will knock you out swear to god hoseok-” 

hoseok cackles, but it’s too late, because hoseok has an inhumane ability to project his voice across probably the entirety of campus. when yoongi glances back to see if you’ve gone into the building with seokjin, he finds instead to see your face lighting up, grin spreading across your lips as you ditch seokjin without so much as a warning to come running across the grass towards yoongi and hoseok. 

except, you severely misgauge how fast you’re going, and tumble straight into yoongi (hoseok conveniently sidestepped) and yoongi stumbles back a few steps and instinctively grabs you around the waist to steady you, startled. 

“oops,” you say breathlessly, eyes shining. for someone who wasn’t running, yoongi is also slightly out of breath. he manages a weak smile back that definitely makes it seem like he’s in pain, but you don’t notice as you gently pull away from him, yoongi’s hands slipping from your waist. “hi guys.” 

“hello,” hoseok sings, slinging an arm around your shoulders. he swings you back around to face the direction you came from. “where’d seokjin go?” 

“class, probably,” you answer. “i was looking for yoongi but i bumped into jin instead so i was walking him to class.” 

yoongi blinks. “me?” he clears his throat so he can form a full sentence. “you were looking for me?” 

you smile. “your class ended not long ago, right? near here?” 

yoongi’s heart, which had been on the ground when he saw you with seokjin, jumps right back into his chest, bursting into a sprint. he nods, and points in the direction he came from. 

your smile widens. “knew it. i thought i always saw you around here. i checked your schedule and everything earlier. we both end class at the same time but i’m over at james hall.” you point across at the building directly opposite from the one yoongi’s class is held in, but yoongi is still too focused on, i was looking for yoongi - you were looking for him. him. not seokjin. 

“next time, let’s meet after class,” you’re saying, as you loop one arm against yoongi’s elbow, your other arm already around hoseok’s. “hobi, are you free?” 

“nope,” hoseok slips out from your side, adjusting his backpack over his shoulder. “i’ve got class in ten.” 

you shrug. “just me and yoongi then,” your hand remains wrapped around his elbow, and yoongi’s fingers curl inside his pocket, fighting the desire to slide his hand out and into yours. “unless you have plans, yoongs?” 

yoongs. yoongi blinks. jinniejin, jooniejoon, hobi. yoongs. 

you ditched seokjin for yoongi (you were looking for yoongi in the first place!), you have your hand on his arm, and yoongs. he finally gets a nickname. 

when he takes too long to answer, hoseok fills in the gap for him before you can get too confused. “he never has plans,” hoseok grins. “i’ll catch y’all later.” he gives yoongi a look that says get your brain back in working order before he heads off, and you look up at yoongi, eyes sparkling, enrapturing. 

“have you eaten, yoongi?” 

technically he has. right before class. but it was small and light and that seems reasonable enough an excuse for him to shake his head, just so he can watch you beam at him and tug him along, rattling off about the new restaurant near the student center that you wanted to try, and when you say something along the lines of, “i’m glad i get to try it with you,” yoongi forgets seokjin was even in the picture to begin with, content simply to be trying new things and spending time with you. 

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[pantoneyoongi]

neon signs | troy bolton has nothing on yoongi

title ; troy bolton has nothing on yoongi  pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

notes ; 

this is part of the neon signs drabble series, where drabbles are released in random order (but listed chronologically in the masterlist!) 

series description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi. 

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.) 

word count ; 1.8k

tags ; basketball player yoongi :), fluff, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

it’s a well known fact that yoongi doesn’t leave his dorm for much. most people would be hard pressed to get him to come to much of anything at all, but if there’s any guarantee that you’ll be around, then chances are, he’ll be there too. 

all that said, the only other place you might find yoongi without needing to con him into going is the basketball court. there’s a public one little ways off campus, that hoseok and namjoon will occasionally join him at on warmer days. hoseok and namjoon aren’t really any good at basketball so it’s more like yoongi is playing on his own, but he doesn’t mind the company. 

hoseok and namjoon are running circles around each other when yoongi scores another shot, just as namjoon’s phone rings. he jogs off the court, holding it to his ear. “yeah?” 

yoongi dribbles the ball around a hoseok who gave up long before namjoon stepped out of the game. he vaguely registers namjoon giving out the location of the court while the ball flies from his fingertips, swishing smoothly through the net. he intended on jogging over to grab the ball that’s now rolling off court, but then he hears namjoon go, “let me know if you can’t find us. okay. bye, y/n,” and yoongi instead comes skidding to a halt, hoseok looking up from his own phone in interest from the sudden lack of movement. 

“is y/n coming?” hoseok asks. namjoon picks up the ball yoongi left on the ground, nodding. 

“yeah,” he tosses the ball to yoongi, who catches it with ease, heart rate picking up a little from the knowledge that you’ll be here soon. yoongi presses his lips together, eyes flicking from side to side, deep in thought. 

namjoon’s eyebrows raise. “you alright, yoongi?” 

yoongi snaps his gaze back up to his friend. he smiles. “yep.” 

.

.

.

“hellooooo,” you cheer when you arrive at full speed, sprinting onto the court. you crash into namjoon then immediately reel back in disgust. “aw, gross, you’re all sweaty. i didn’t know you did that.” 

namjoon eyes you disdainfully. “you didn’t know i sweat?” 

“i didn’t know you exerted physical effort.” 

namjoon deadpans, hoseok laughing as he comes over to give you a side hug in greeting. you wave at yoongi, who tucks the ball under his arm and waves back, lips curled up in that cute bracket-like way he always does. you beam. 

“did you know yoongi’s a genius on the court?” hoseok whispers theatrically loud, nudging you in the side. you glance over at yoongi, who is pointedly looking away, pretending not to pay attention. 

“really?” you ask back in interest. 

“troy bolton has nothing on yoongi,” hoseok confirms, just as yoongi easily sinks another ball into the net. 

“we just come to keep him company,” namjoon shrugs, taking a swig from his water bottle. “most of the time it’s just me and hoseok running around ‘cause there’s no point trying to actually play against yoongi.” 

yoongi is acting like he isn’t listening to his friends hype him up to you, but his heart is pounding, because he can feel your eyes on him. he sinks shot after shot after shot, listening carefully for your quiet gasps and tiny claps every time the ball goes through the net. after some time, he finally dares to glance back at you, breath catching in his throat immediately. 

your eyes sparkle, a grin forming wide on your face when you spot him looking at you. “yoongi!” you run up to him, stopping short just in front of him. “i didn’t know you played so well.” 

he scratches the back of his ear, suddenly shy. “yeah,” he tries to sound casual. “i’ve been playing since i was little.” 

“can you do trick shots?” 

you look so curious and excited that he can’t help but puff his chest a little, spinning the ball around in his hand. “i can try.” 

the way your eyes light up make him all the more determined. he gently nudges you off the court so you don’t accidentally get hit, then backs up past the middle of the court, so he’s halfway to the other side. “that’s so far,” you say, amazed, mouth dropping when yoongi lands the shot flawlessly. he grabs the ball again and runs back to the same position, but this time, turns around, facing away from the basket. “no waay,” you shake your head. “there’s no way, yoongi, c’mon.” 

he tilts his head towards you, and smirks, and you suddenly feel like eating your words. 

especially when he makes the shot. 

yoongi gives you that grin you love so much, the one where his gums show and you know he’s proud of himself. you figure he deserves cheering for that, jumping up and down, ignoring namjoon’s, “you’re so easily impressed,” shoving him to the side. yoongi ducks his head to hide his chuckle (and also a quick sigh of relief - he wasn’t sure if he’d make that one) before looking back up at you. 

your eyes glitter with adoration. yoongi’s doing an impressively poor job hiding how pleased he is, namjoon rolling his eyes when yoongi brings the ball up to to spin it on one finger. namjoon knows you love that move. you can never get that move right so it excites you whenever someone else can. true to his prediction, you immediately run back over to yoongi, gasping. “you can do that too?” 

“most people who play basketball can,” yoongi tries to shrug it off, nonchalant, but his heart swells with pride at the way you fawn over him, fascinated. he keeps it spinning just so he can hold your attention, yoongi watching you as you watch the ball. he almost breaks concentration staring at you, pretty eyes shining and cheeks lifted from your wondrous smile. 

the distraction makes the ball slip but you don’t notice because in the exact moment it tips to the side, you snatch it from him, startling him. you flee, giggling all the way down the court, until you’re right in front of the basket, tossing it up. 

(tossing is a generous description. even yoongi has to admit that it’s more like… chucking it at the basket. it’s a miracle the ball even went up rather than straight down.) 

namjoon snorts when you miss entirely - not even coming close - and while yoongi winces slightly at first, it’s hard not to stare fondly at you, head tilting as he watches you make several more attempts, not satisfied until you can make at least one shot. 

hoseok sidles up to him, arms crossed against his chest. “you should help her,” he whispers so only yoongi can hear, while you’re struggling with the ball but refusing to give up. “you know… stand behind her, position her arm, hold her ha- ack-” hoseok chokes when yoongi elbows him hard in the stomach, ears burning. 

“shut up,” he hisses, mind running wild at the thought of being close to you. sure, the longer the two of you spend time together, the more likely you’ll wind up hooking your arm around his, or casually bumping against him playfully, but yoongi never initiates any contact beyond maybe a brief head pat. his heart speeds up the way it always does when it comes to you, by now barely even registering hoseok rubbing his sore spot, whining. 

“i’m just tryna help,” hoseok complains. “and honestly, being real with you right now, she really needs the help. look at her.” 

all three boys suck in a breath when the ball narrowly avoids falling back onto your own head. “alright alright,” namjoon intervenes, snagging the ball before you can get it again. “we had a basketball unit in high school. how can you still be this bad?” 

you click your tongue and swipe at him, but namjoon simply lifts the ball in the air with one hand with an exasperated look on his face. he twists his wrist and flicks the ball in yoongi’s direction, the ball hitting the ground once and bouncing right back into yoongi’s hands. 

“yoongi’ll teach you,” namjoon offers with a saccharine smile. yoongi freezes. he whips his head to hoseok. 

did you conspire on this? 

hoseok grins. “singular roomie brain cell.” 

.

.

.

having you close is distracting. it’s beyond distracting. you smell nice and you look at him with doe eyes and yoongi admits he doesn’t usually have a whole lot of brain cells running on active if he can help it but when he’s hardly an inch away from you, there’s definitely a lot of short-circuiting going on in his head. 

but he has a reputation to hold about basketball and he likes seeing you smile. so he mentally slaps himself in the face and gets himself back in working order for you. 

patiently, he adjusts your positioning. a gentle hand on your elbow, a light touch against your shoulder. you follow instructions easily enough, eyes following his every move, so invested in everything he has to teach you. it takes a couple tries - yoongi has to physically turn around and shut his eyes at one point when you pout at another missed shot because what the fuck, is it legal for someone to be this cute? - but eventually, something works. 

probably dumb luck, all things considered. but you make the shot, a clean swish through the net. 

both of you are honestly a little dumbfounded, heads tilting up, and then back down, following the ball’s trajectory. you both stand there, blinking blankly at the ball now rolling off the court. 

even namjoon and hoseok, who are lounging on the bench courtside, are frozen for a minute. it’s hoseok who wheezes in shock, then hollers, “you did it!” that kick-starts everyone back into action, you squealing in excitement before jumping around and running half a lap around the court before stopping in front of yoongi, grin so utterly bright someone could probably tell yoongi you’re the sun and he’d agree without batting an eye. 

“yoongi, i did it!” you practically leap into the air, whooping. “y’know the last time i made a shot was because namjoon lifted me up to the basket in high school?” 

yoongi’s lips tug upwards into a smile. he reaches out, ruffling your hair affectionately. “superstar,” he praises, and you breathe out a shaky, giddy laugh, biting your lip as you look up at him. 

the moment is interrupted by hoseok swinging an arm over your shoulder into a hug, yelling something about we got a new troy bolton on the court! but your eyes are still on yoongi’s and for the life of him there’s no way he’d take his off yours. 

even with hoseok tugging you around, the smile on your face feels like one you’re sharing only with him, and god knows the stupid smile he’s giving you back is meant only for you, too. 

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[pantoneyoongi]

neon signs | hoodie to marriage to children pipeline

title ; hoodie to marriage to children pipeline  pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

notes ; 

this is part of the neon signs drabble series, where drabbles are released in random order (but listed chronologically in the masterlist!) 

series description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi. 

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.) 

word count ; 1k 

tags ; yea this whole series is indulgent what abt it, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

by virtue of being namjoon’s friend for - well - ever - sometimes, his clothes get mingled into your closet. mostly this is because you have the worst weather planning skill of all time, but nevertheless, namjoon’s sweaters and jackets usually find a way into your closet when you inevitably forget to return them. they cycle in and out, depending on when namjoon decides he wants them back. 

you’d think after years of you accidentally stealing your best friend’s clothes, you’d figure out how to check a weather app and stop needing his jackets. clearly, this is not the case. 

it’s cold. cold enough that you wonder if you give namjoon eyes that look just enough like a kicked dog, he might not even nag you and just give you his hoodie with an exasperated sigh. maybe you won’t even have to ask. maybe you can just hint. 

you scrunch your shoulders, crossing your arms across your chest, trying to conserve some warmth. little by little, you squeeze closer to namjoon as you, him, and yoongi walk across campus. you glance sidelong at namjoon but he’s too busy scrolling through his phone, which, you briefly consider it a miracle that he hasn’t tripped over something by now. 

however, all this means is that he isn’t paying attention to you and your shivering. you suck your teeth a little. goodbye, subtle. “should’ve worn a jacket today,” you mourn, lower lip jutting out ever so slightly when you tilt your head towards namjoon. his expression deadpans before he even looks up from his phone, and you can see the resignation in his eyes, along with the five paragraph essay he’s about to unload on you on why he set up your phone so the weather was displayed front and center on your home screen. 

before he can get to it, yoongi pipes in, “you can wear mine,” and like the least normal person on earth, your brain takes his simple offer and funnels it through the hoodie-to-marriage-to-children pipeline. first it’s his jacket you’re wearing. then it’s his children you’re bearing. 

which maybe would explain the immediate panic as you blurt “no!” without thinking, yoongi taken aback slightly. even namjoon looks confused, startled by your outburst. “i mean, no, that’s okay. you’ll be cold.” you smile sheepishly at him. 

namjoon looks offended. “what about m-” 

you smack him in the stomach and he chokes. “it’s okay,” you reassure yoongi. “you really don’t have to. namjoon’s used to it.” 

yoongi’s expression looks somewhere between helpless and amused, but he persists, starting to unzip his hoodie. you start sputtering, too shy to touch and force him to zip back up, but too polite to let him keep going, your hands moving in short, jerky movements while you keep piling out excuses by the second, but it’s like yoongi can’t even hear you. there’s a half-second that you think maybe he genuinely can’t - the speed at which you’re talking is usually only comprehensible by namjoon, who has years of experience on his back listening to you flounder. 

said best friend wants to bang his head into a wall listening to you. exactly how thick can your skull possibly get? yoongi is literally offering to wrap you in his clothes, probably dying to see you in his jacket and yet you keep pushing back, resisting like it’s criminal activity, even when yoongi already has his jacket off, holding it out to you. 

also, namjoon is just cold enough to not feel like being a good friend and if yoongi wants to be a gentleman, namjoon’s certainly not gonna stop him. 

“just take his,” namjoon complains, nudging you towards him. “he offered.” 

“yeah, because yoongi’s nice,” you bite back, turning your attention away from yoongi for just a split second, enough of a distraction that yoongi uses it to inhale a quick breath for confidence before grabbing your wrist, tugging you forward. you squeak in surprise (a sound you will vehemently deny having made to namjoon later) and stumble into yoongi’s chest, yoongi releasing your wrist to swing his jacket over your shoulders in one smooth movement, hands moving to pull it snug around you. 

you’ve forgotten how to move. or breathe. your brain has short-circuited; there is no hoodie-to-marriage-to-children pipeline, your mind is just straight up empty. yoongi doesn’t seem to notice. “arm,” he instructs, and dumbly, you follow, letting him pull your arms through the sleeves. the jacket smells like him. your heart is running a full marathon. 

your wide eyes make him smile, but there’s a self-satisfied look on his face when he sees that you’re zipped up in his hoodie. you look so tiny and small in his coat, he can’t help it when he pats your head. “better?” 

you nod meekly. 

he bends to your height to meet you at eye level. “good,” he states simply, then pulls the hood up, too. 

from then on, you don’t ever refuse his jackets. sometimes he doesn’t even ask, just sees you curling into yourself for warmth and shrugs off his outer layer, be it a flannel or a hoodie or a jacket, wrapping them around you. just as it was with namjoon, your closet inevitably ends up with yoongi’s flannels and hoodies, except yoongi never comes to collect. your closet becomes riddled with his clothes, things you end up wearing on occasion when it’s cold out and you want to smell like him. sometimes you pretend to realize they’re his clothes and give them back, so that next time he hands them to you, they’ll smell like him again. 

yoongi never comments on it. just a small smile, eyes warm, melting your insides every time he looks at you. sometimes his eyes flit over your entire stature, like he’s taking in the way you look in his clothes, but you always look away when he does so you don’t have to think about it too hard. 

though yoongi never says a word, namjoon has no problems running his mouth. “finally,” he melts into his seat. “i have all my hoodies back.” 

series masterlist ; neon signs

taglist ; @thelilbutifulthings​ @bbsantc​ @chickentenderx​ @taegijns​

#yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #yoongi x yn #yoongi x y/n #yoongi #fluff #series: nsyg #i have absolutely zero sense of a schedule #fuck it rlly

[pantoneyoongi]

neon signs | you do this for fun?

title ; you do this for fun? pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

notes ; 

this is part of the neon signs drabble series, where drabbles are released in random order (but listed chronologically in the masterlist!) 

series description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi. 

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.) 

word count ; 1.3k

tags ; fluff, i think that’s gonna be the only tag ever for this series LOL, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

yoongi is not really good with feelings. he says this because he’s not really good at anything except math, but also because if there is anything he is particularly bad at, it’s feelings. 

they’re just sort of difficult for him. he gets confused. overwhelmed. he’d rather let hoseok take the lead on the emotional intelligence front, which is probably why hoseok is even his friend in the first place. 

but then you came along, and yoongi’s brain feels even more scrambled. it’s like someone crossed the radio wires and now all he gets is static and the occasional jump in audio. this leads to a lot of concerned looks from his roommate, whenever yoongi’s brain decides to replay yet another interaction between the two of you, leaving him no choice but to yank his pillow out from under his head to semi-suffocate himself as he muffles embarrassed yells into it. 

why does he do this? why is he like this? hoseok says it’s because yoongi is just awkward and happens to have the misfortune of having one of those faces that scares people, but that doesn’t explain why yoongi sometimes says shit in the entirely wrong order, causing more misunderstandings than absolutely necessary. 

it’s you, though, that’s different. you don’t assume the worst from him. even when he says things a little harsher than he intends, you still just grimace a little before reframing his words into what he really meant, and yoongi nods his head stiffly in return. you’re gentle with him, always willing to help, and always figure out a way to work around yoongi’s gruffness. 

“what are you doing?” yoongi asks in lieu of a greeting when he opens your dorm door. he mentally raps himself on the head. “i mean - hi.” 

your head tilts up from bending over your puzzle to look at him, an enchanting smile forming across your lips. “hi. i’m building a puzzle,” you chirp, leaning back so he can see. 

yoongi comes to sit beside you, legs bending into a criss-cross as he peers at your work. the outer edges of your puzzle are just starting to come together, pieces scattered about your dorm floor. it’s a good thing your roommate is patient and likes you. but everyone likes you, so it’s no surprise. 

“are you… building it under your bed?” 

“yep!” you chime happily, hands sifting through pieces as you search for more edge pieces. yoongi hands you one and your entire face lights up, lower lip tucked under your teeth as you figure out where it goes. “it’s the roomiest under my bed,” you explain, as you continue searching for pieces. yoongi doesn’t know what to do with his hands so he just starts grouping pieces that look alike together, nodding as you rattle off about how your roommate already let you build a puzzle on your limited floor space as it is, so you may as well try to be considerate and shove most of it as far out of the way as you can. 

“and if i do this,” you shove your hand in the spaces between the wooden slats of your bed, lifting the mattress just enough to shove your phone in between the wood and the mattress, leaving your flashlight on. “more lighting!” 

you look so utterly proud of yourself that yoongi fails to find words, just offering a timid smile and a quiet huff of a laugh, nodding. 

this girl is so fucking weird, he thinks, even as he feels something in his chest hum pleasantly while he watches you turn back to your puzzle. the feeling reminds him of caramel and cinnamon, like hands wrapping around hot mugs with noses still red from the cold. he’s got the image of you contently breathing in the scent of your caramel apple cider from the campus cafe fuzzy in his head, all of it melding together into something homey and warm. 

“where’s joonie and hobi?” you don’t look away from your little floor project when you ask, placing pieces in the general areas they should be in. yoongi hands you another end piece and gets lightheaded when your eyes shine at him again. 

“i’m not sure,” he shrugs, carefully flipping over pieces so he can concentrate on anything other than the stars in your eyes. “they came with me here but then by the time i got to your door, they suddenly weren’t there anymore.”

you shake your head with a dramatic sigh. “whatever. you’re here,” you beam. “who needs those losers?” 

yoongi is probably supposed to say words, but he can’t because he’s made the mistake of looking at you again, and for some reason that always makes him short circuit a little. so he just curls his lips upwards instead, enjoying the sound of your soft laughter. 

“do you want to go find them? i’m sure you have better things to do than build puzzles with me,” you offer, but yoongi shakes his head before your words have even finished forming. he continues placing pieces into various piles, occasionally trying to put them together, but they all look the same to him, making him frown as he yanks two pieces apart with yet another failed attempt. 

“you do this for fun?” he asks skeptically, and you bite your lip, watching him struggle. yoongi’s hands are a little too big for the tiny pieces, and he looks like an old man when he squints at them. 

“i do,” you confirm, slowly pulling a piece out of his hands to match with another one in yours. he looks a little sheepish at that, hand coming to rub at the back of his neck. “we can do something else though, really, if you’d like.” 

“no, s’fine,” yoongi mumbles, settling for just laying out the pieces as neatly and organized as he can. it’s a wonder that even after midterms, you’d subject yourself to this. of course you would. just like namjoon, your brain is always whirring, non-stop. the two of you are much more alike than either of you would ever be caught dead admitting to. 

at his response, you shrug, accepting his answer and letting him mess with the pieces on your floor. you make idle conversation, chattering away to fill the air. yoongi listens patiently to everything you have to say, eyes darting across your features whenever you’re too busy scanning your puzzle to be aware of what he’s doing. 

he doesn’t know when the feeling sneaks in. maybe it was there already when he opened the door to your room. or maybe it started when he began organizing your puzzle pieces in spite of how confusing all the little parts look to him. maybe it started way before any of this, before he got comfortable spending time alone with you in your dorm, building a puzzle - of all things -  on your floor. maybe it was when you burst through the door on his first day of chinese class this semester, looking out of breath and adorably embarrassed. 

yoongi doesn’t know. he’s not exactly good with his feelings. but he definitely knows what this one is, doesn’t need hoseok to translate for him, least of all when you grin wide at the outline of your thousand piece puzzle built out, all teeth and lifted cheeks and crescent eyes. 

his heart pounds excitedly in his chest, sparks running through him when you return the high five he offers you. and maybe it’s too early to say, but he wants this moment and all the other ones with you forever. he adores the way you ramble away, spinning mundane daily activities into full blown adventures, hooked on every word you tell him. 

he likes you. this, he’s sure of, because with you, the feeling comes easy. 

with you, everything always comes easy. 

series masterlist ; neon signs

taglist ; @thelilbutifulthings​ @bbsantc​ 

#yoongi x you #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #yoongi x yn #yoongi x y/n #yoongi #min yoongi #fluff #series: nsyg

[pantoneyoongi]

neon signs | those are called dates

title ; those are called dates pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

notes ; 

this is part of the neon signs drabble series, where drabbles are released in random order (but listed chronologically in the masterlist!) 

series description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi. 

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.) 

word count ; 1.5k

tags ; fluff, they’re just so soft, there’s a pov switch, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

the only reason yoongi thinks this class is worth it is because you’re in it with him. 

yoongi’s resting bitch face is particularly aggressive in the mornings, largely because it’s not resting, it’s active. he hates mornings. with a passion. if someone who isn’t you talks to him (hoseok and namjoon included), they’re bound to be on the receiving end of a very sharp glare. 

so it’s fortunate that you’re smart. smart in a way that nobody else he knows is, though he supposes hoseok might contend as a runner-up. 

chinese cinema runs from 8am to 11am every wednesday, but because the building is so far from his dorm hall, yoongi has to wake up at an unholy hour just to get there. but on what was supposed to be a miserable first lecture in a series of miserable lectures thereafter, you’d showed up like sunlight breaking through gloomy clouds, a fresh cup of coffee in hand. 

“i knew you’d choose sleep over making coffee,” you’d teased that day. “you can’t be mean to me today, okay? i got up early to make it.” 

(yoongi’s never mean to you. he simply doesn’t know how to be.) 

he swears he could’ve melted into the ground that day. granted, it took him a couple minutes’ buffer time to understand the picture before him, of your sleepy smile and the coffee your hands presented to him, but when it finally clicked that you - who barely even likes coffee and only drinks it when desperate times call for it - brought it just for him - yoongi’s pretty sure his heart jumped the gun from crush to in love for a hot second. 

honestly, he still has that image of you memorized, tucked close in his memory bank of moments with you that feel like they belong just to him. your rosy cheeks, still flushed from the early morning cold, the way your eyes were hardly open, the warmth that emanated from you in spite of the temperatures outside. everything about you from that day sits sweetly in his chest, a reminder that pushes him out of bed every wednesday morning to come see you. 

a month and a half later, your weekly chinese cinema lectures have now become a trade of food and drink between you and yoongi. you bring the drinks; yoongi prepares the snacks. he spends a little extra time the night before to pack them up, making sure not to forget them in the mornings (if they need to be fridged, he sticks post-it notes to every possible surface he might walk into so he won’t forget them). 

“mmph,” you don’t even say words when you walk into the classroom today, just make a noise and hold out the thermos for yoongi. your eyes are practically glued shut today; you almost miss the seat when you go to sit down, yoongi narrowly grabbing onto your elbow in time and tugging you just enough so you don’t tip over. your head lolls forward, and yoongi kind of wishes there weren’t arm rests between seats. maybe you’d lean on him the way you sometimes lean on namjoon when you’re tired. 

“late night?” yoongi asks gently, resisting the urge to tuck your hair behind your ear. you look terribly cute like this, lips pouting slightly and head bobbing. 

“mhm,” you hum. your head swings slowly up to look at him through half-lidded eyes. “i don’t think i’ll make it through this movie today. will you take notes for me?” 

yoongi would do absolutely anything for you whether or not you asked. 

“sure,” he says instead, because that’s what normal people do. he can’t help it when he reaches over to pat your head, and you lean into his touch a little. yoongi’s heart might give out. 

professor li gives some vague speech about today’s film, then dims the lights and starts the movie. on cue, your eyes fall shut, entire body tipping slightly to the side. 

it takes yoongi an embarrassing amount of willpower to pay attention to the movie. he could blame it on the godawful time of day, but truthfully it has less to do with his anti-morning agenda and more to do with how utterly distracting you are beside him, curled into your chair as small as you can get, a soft cardigan wrapped around your body. you just look so cozy. he wants the rest of the room to disappear, have you tuck yourself into him, like it’s weekly movie date night and you’ve fallen asleep watching like you always do. 

except you and yoongi don’t have weekly movie date night, and he has no idea if you actually would fall asleep every week if you did. the desire to know makes his heart feel a little tight in his chest, like it’s been looped on a string and is being tugged towards you. 

he doesn’t mind. he’s come to terms with his heart being subject to your any and every whim - and he has no qualms with it. 

as the movie slowly comes to a close, yoongi finds his gaze dragged over to you once again, resting his cheek against his palm, trailing his eyes over your features. the lights from the movie cast different colors over you, until it turns into the dim lighting of the credits rolling across the screen. yoongi gives you a slight nudge, one hand resting on your shoulder to gently shake you awake before the harsh lights are flicked on by the professor. 

god, there’s no way his heart can handle the way you blink slowly at him, hands coming up to rub the sleep out of your eyes. he chuckles softly when you squint a little when the lights flick on, yoongi himself blinking a couple extra times to adjust. when you catch his eyes on you, he clears his throat quickly and lifts his notebook, waving it slightly. “i took notes,” he mumbles. “i’ll type them up and send them to you later.” 

“i could just take a picture,” you offer, but yoongi raises a brow at you. 

“you sure you can read my handwriting?” 

your hand which is holding your phone freezes mid-air. your lips flatten together. “never mind.” 

he grins, beginning to pack away his things as professor li lets the class go. “come on, sleepyhead,” he swings the bag over his shoulder. “let’s go get lunch.” 

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you wouldn’t say you’re a morning person, but it’s not nearly as offensive a time as yoongi makes it out to be. then again, you’ve never met someone more averse to being awake during the day than yoongi, so maybe he doesn’t make for the best example. 

regardless, there’s something about knowing you’ll meet up with yoongi first thing in the morning that never fails to get you out of bed on wednesday mornings just a little extra early to make him coffee (it’s instant coffee; you might like him but you’re still a broke college kid). it makes you feel a little fuzzy inside knowing you almost always go to lunch together after, both of you free for the afternoon. 

“dates,” namjoon always insists. “those are called dates, y/n.” 

you always wave him off. “i go out to eat with you all the time, joonie.” 

the resounding groan he responds with every time makes you smile even when you’re just thinking about it. exasperating namjoon may very well be one of your favorite pastimes. 

besides, it’s not like you’re wrong. you eat one on one with namjoon all the time. sometimes hoseok, too. there’s nothing date-like about grabbing a meal with one of the boys, so you don’t see why it’s any different with yoongi. 

you know, minus your stupid huge crush on him. 

your eyes follow yoongi as he heads up to place your orders at the counter. it makes you feel insane, the way he makes even a simple grey hoodie and jeans look incredible. you have to busy yourself with your phone so you don’t stare too long. when he returns with the food, he comes with a glint in his eyes that makes you tilt your head at him. he smiles like he’s got the best secret stored away, and reveals it in time with his grin as he pops a bag in front of your face. 

“matcha cookie,” he looks at you like he’s extremely proud of himself. matcha is your favorite anything. he sets the wax bag down in front of you. “copped the last one.” 

it’s not a date. you don’t go on dates with min yoongi. but he does things like this that namjoon and hoseok and sometimes even seokjin don’t do, and it makes you wonder if this is exactly what going on a date with min yoongi would be like. when he sits down and leans forward on his elbows against the table, the way you look back at him hides nothing of your adoration for him, entirely enamored by him and the way he remembers even the tiniest of details about you. his eyes crinkle back in return, and there’s simply no denying the way your heart flutters for him. 

series masterlist ; neon signs

taglist ; @thelilbutifulthings​ @bbsantc​

#yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi x yn #yoongi fluff #yoongi x y/n #yoongi #fluff #series: nsyg #im alive

[pantoneyoongi]

neon signs | just a really nice friend

title ; just a really nice friend  pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

notes ; 

this is part of the neon signs drabble series, where drabbles are released in random order (but listed chronologically in the masterlist!) 

series description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi. 

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.) 

word count ; 1.2k

tags ; friendly reminder this series is released out of order, fluff, pianist yoongi, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

“so you know how i might’ve had a thing for yoongi last semester?” 

namjoon’s eyes slowly raise from his book, hand stilling on the page he was flipping. his expression doesn’t change much, but you can already see the exhaustion setting into his eyes, his body steadily catching up as he somehow sinks deeper into the armchair. 

the two of you are camped out in one of the student lounges, a place largely popular for the commuter kids, so it tends to be quiet on the weekends. namjoon likes to hide away here to read, and sometimes you’ll join him when you want to actually get some work done. namjoon’ll kick your chair if you get distracted by your phone. 

“what do you mean, ‘might’ve’?” he asks, turning his head to face you. you’d dragged over one of those desks that had the chair attached to them, so you could sit next to namjoon, who preferred the comfy, sage green armchairs lined across the back wall of the room. 

you scrunch your nose at him. “whatever. my point is, the crush is over. no feelings.” your hands sweep outwards, palms down, like a referee calling, ‘safe!’ you’re safe from crushes. no more. 

namjoon puffs out a breath, one eyebrow arched. he sets his book down. “really,” he says dryly, examining you. your best friend has known you for over eight years now. there’s no one who knows you quite like he does, not even yourself. you’ve always had a penchant for writing off crushes a little too quickly, and namjoon’s bore witness to your habits several times before. your crushes are always long term. a year at minimum. no matter how you twist and turn and try to deny it, your petty feelings always come running back. 

“yeah,” your voice pitches up, which only seems to prove namjoon’s point. you shrug, dragging the tip of your shoe against the carpet. “he’s just, like, a really nice guy. and you know, yoongi’s a new friend, i probably just got confused ‘cause it was exciting having him around, and he’s so different from most of the guys i know, and he’s really nice, and-” 

you’re rambling off excuses (all lined up because you knew namjoon wasn’t going to believe you), and namjoon looks poised for rebuttal, except the massive wooden doors to the student lounge swing open just then, catching both your attention. your mouth clamps shut immediately, and namjoon covers up his snort with a cough. 

yoongi’s always been the type to be observant of his surroundings. mostly this is because he’s usually trying to scout the fastest escape route, given that he’s allergic to human interaction yet somehow always seems to draw people’s attention. either way, it means he spots you and namjoon almost immediately, dull, sleepy expression flickering to life with a sweet smile and a wave. 

the two of you wave back, yoongi making his way past chairs and desks to reach you. “what are you doing here?” he asks when he approaches, and namjoon lifts his book in response, you tilting up your notebook. 

“he’s reading and i’m doing homework,” you say. “why are you here?” 

yoongi points to the opposite end of the room, diagonal from where you’re sitting. there’s a baby grand piano there, and honestly you’ve never known why they left a piano inside a student lounge, but it’s there. “was gonna play,” his lips do that endearing bracket-shaped smile thing again for a quick second. “there’s usually not many people here on the weekend.” 

you glance about the room. there’s maybe two or three other people in the room, scattered about. it’s a large space; with so few people, it makes the room feel even bigger. 

“you play piano, yoongi?” 

he does two quick nods, eyes blinking in near tandem. it’s really cute, actually, not to mention the way he bids his goodbye and ambles over to the instrument, settling down on the piano bench. it’s right by a window, so the natural lighting casts a soft glow around him, and you hear him tap one note, then two, the sound crisp and clear in the quiet of the room. 

he takes a slow breath, hands settling properly over the keys, tilts his head a little like he’s thinking. then he begins to play, and you straighten, homework forgotten on your desk as you watch him. 

he plays beautifully. the entire room seems to fade away; it’s just yoongi and the piano, fingers elegant across the keys, like they’re dancing ballet. “wow,” you rest your chin against your palm, mesmerized. “is he just good at everything?” 

namjoon rolls his eyes, amused. “you’re over him, huh?” 

this shakes you out of your reverie, head snapping back to namjoon. “what? yes. i am! why are you asking like that?” 

namjoon stares at you in disbelief. “you can barely take your eyes off him, y/n.” 

your head leans back until you’re forming multiple chins, all scrunched up. “that doesn’t - he’s - he’s just - he’s, like, objectively handsome. that’s all. pianists are - “ you stumble for words. “pretty.” 

namjoon squints. “what? y/n, nobody is objectively attractive.” 

you turn to him. “when half the campus thinks he’s cute, then he’s probably objectively attractive, joonie.” 

namjoon opens his mouth to argue, then clamps it shut. he clicks his tongue. “your phone’s buzzing.” 

“hm?” you glance at your phone to see texts from yoongi, even though he’s right across the room from you. you hadn’t even realized the room had gone quiet again. 

[2:12pm] yoongi: are you super busy? 

you glance up to see him watching you, head tilted, waiting for your response. you shake your head instead of texting back, and he beams, in that yoongi way, subtle and happy. he waves you over. 

“it’s a crush,” namjoon sings under his breath, and you thwap him on the side of the head before you head towards yoongi, reveling in his tiny “ow!” and the huff he follows up with. 

it’s not a crush. yoongi is just a really nice friend you happen to really enjoy spending time with who also happens to be really cute. no biggie. 

when you reach yoongi, he slides over on the bench, giving you room to sit next to him. “do you know how to play?” he asks. 

“not really,” you bite your lip, staring at the keys. “but i thought you wanted to play?” 

his lips twitch in amusement, and he looks fondly at you. “yeah. but you’re here,” he says, matter of fact. “i’ll teach you something. watch.” 

he guides you, letting you use just one hand to play a simple tune. “just repeat this, over and over, okay?” he instructs, and then once you get into the rhythm of it, he joins you, and together, you manage to play a simple rendition of ‘heart and soul’, yoongi grinning whenever you trip over some of the keys by accident. “you’re doing good,” he encourages, even though you know he’s lying straight through his teeth. it makes you laugh, bumping shoulders with him, eyes crinkled happily. 

yeah. namjoon can think whatever he wants, but you’re just having a good time with yoongi. like friends do. 

series masterlist ; neon signs

taglist ; @thelilbutifulthings​ @bbsantc​ @chickentenderx​ 

#yoongi x you #yoongi fluff #yoongi x yn #yoongi x reader #yoongi #series: nsyg #i was gonna write a winter themed post for today but i didn't get a chance to finish it so i figured i'd release this one instead

[pantoneyoongi]

neon signs | it’s a small world after all

title ; it’s a small world after all  pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

notes ; 

this is part of the neon signs drabble series, where drabbles are released in random order (but listed chronologically in the masterlist!) 

series description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi. 

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.) 

word count ; 1.7k

tags ; oc is dramatic, yoongi has rbf, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

the thing about yoongi is that everyone knows he’s a big softie. it didn’t exactly start off that way, though. 

you know you should’ve listened to namjoon when he said to scope out all your class locations before the semester officially started. you are the most directionally challenged person you know and yet? why would you listen to namjoon and his perfectly sound logic? 

to be fair, you did sort of listen. for every class except this one. you have a whole three hours between this class and your first class of the day. three hours is plenty of time to get lunch and locate your building. 

narrator voice: three hours was not, in fact, plenty of time to get lunch and locate your building. 

when you finally barge through the door of your classroom, you are seconds away from being late. out of breath, you bow and duck your head repeatedly, not even able to get a good look at your professor, too busy profusely apologizing while trying to simultaneously scope out the nearest open seat available. 

there’s a few on the far end of the classroom - but that means you’d have to cross the room, with everyone’s eyes on you, and you’ve already drawn too much attention to yourself from your chaotic entrance on the very first day of class. the only other seat on the side closer to your end is the one right in front of what might possibly be the scariest student you have ever laid eyes on in your life. 

he sits two rows from the back, eyes lazily raising up to watch you, lips drawn in a flat line. he looks bored already, arms crossed against his chest as he leans back, and only when his gaze floats elsewhere do you scramble and make your choice, backpack clumsily dropped to the ground at the desk in front of his. 

that’s it. your semester is sealed. from now on, your unofficial seat for the next four months will be set in front of this terrifying boy who could probably eat you alive if he wanted to. 

you want to cry. you’re not suited for college. there’s too many new faces and not enough friendly ones. the hawks will come for a helpless mouse like you. 

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“i hate this. i’m gonna die, namjoon,” you say emphatically to your best friend in the dining hall, setting your tray down at the table. namjoon is already seated across from you, wearing an expression that says he’s not impressed with your dramatics. you whine back. 

“he’s so scary,” you whisper, like your impassive classmate is going to appear from the shadows if you’re too loud. “his face is like -” you put your pointer fingers near your eyebrows, pointing both fingers downwards like it’s the angry emoji. “perpetually. you know?” 

“it’s probably just resting bitch face,” namjoon tries. “didn’t you say he said thank you when you passed back the papers? bad people don’t say thank you.” 

“and his voice!” you march on, ignoring namjoon’s (this time questionable) logic. “it’s so deep, joonie. i think he hates me.” 

namjoon furrows his eyebrows, astounded by how you reached this conclusion. “y/n-” 

“my life is over,” you slouch in your chair, staring up at the ceiling in despair. “maybe i should just switch minors. i know. i’ll do a japanese minor instead. that’s, like, close enough to chinese, right?” 

namjoon sighs. 

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you have chinese class every tuesday and thursday from 2:30 to 3:50pm. it’s a small class, reminiscent of your high school days, unlike the large lecture halls you generally attend. admittedly, after the first week or so had passed by, the class was a lot noisier, the ice broken thanks to your friendly professor and her myriad of introductory games. 

“this is a language class,” she’d explained. “you’ll have to get comfortable talking to each other.” 

jisoo and jinyoung sit next to you and yoongi respectively, both bright-eyed and intelligent enough to give namjoon a run for his money. when jinyoung smiles, his eyes crinkle in the corners in a way that makes you think he must smile a lot. you would’ve been entirely at ease even just because of the two of them alone were it not for the quiet, stoic boy sitting directly behind you. 

you learn his name is yoongi. he’s a year older, an electrical engineering major (with a minor in chinese, much like many of the other students in class). he doesn’t talk much willingly, if ever at all, but judging from the few rounds of practice dialog you’d had to do together, his chinese is fluid and well rehearsed, pronunciation clean. you think he’s probably one of the smartest in the class. 

your professor seems to think so too. “yoongi,” she gestures for him to rise. “can you read from the textbook please? guys, listen carefully for his articulation.” 

you turn your head to watch him, bewildered when yoongi is still sat frozen in his seat, eyes widened ever so slightly. it’s probably the most expressive you’ve ever seen him. 

“yoongi?” the professor questions, smiling confusedly. “please stand.” 

yoongi shifts a little, like he’s preparing to get up, but he doesn’t quite make it. you wonder if maybe he doesn’t know what line he’s supposed to be reading on - zoning out in class is probably common for smart kids like him. 

“from here,” you whisper, pointing to the line in the textbook. his eyes meet yours, and you realize it’s not that he doesn’t know what line the class is on. 

public speaking. he’s scared of public speaking. 

you offer him an encouraging smile. “you got this,” you mouth, and make small waving hand motions to urge him up. hesitantly, he stands, lifting the textbook with him. he glances up at the professor, then back to you. you give him two thumbs up, mentally reprimanding yourself - two thumbs, really? - but it earns you the very first, tiny smile you’ve ever seen from him. 

the way he smiles makes him infinitely less intimidating. 

you’d like to see them more. 

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“y/n,” a knock comes at your door, namjoon’s familiar voice muffled behind it. “i’m here.” 

quieter, you hear him explaining how he’d texted you earlier to make sure you’d be in. you open the door, peering out to see who he’s talking to, finding another boy, one almost just as tall as him, but lankier, with bright eyes and an even brighter smile. the boy sticks his hand out for you. “hi,” he beams. “i’m hoseok, namjoon’s roommate. it’s nice to meet you.” 

you’ve heard a lot about hoseok. even without the fact that he’s namjoon’s roommate, hoseok is an outgoing guy, already a name that drifts from mouth to mouth across campus, compliments galore. 

you take his hand, introducing yourself, but you’re distracted between wanting to give hoseok a good impression and the fact that hovering right behind him is yoongi, with his hands shoved in his pockets, slouching slightly. he’s not looking at you, instead observing your dorm hall and its colorful decorations. perks of an all girl dorm hall, and all that. 

“oh, this is yoongi,” hoseok notices your diverted attention. “he’s my best friend from high school.” he slings an arm around yoongi and drags him forward with a grin. “yoongi, smile,” he mutters through his teeth. 

the snort you let out is absolutely unladylike, but you can’t help it. yoongi smiles on command, but he doesn’t show any teeth, just boxes the corners of his lips upwards. it looks like a reflex, the way he does it so immediately, and such a switch from his character in class. 

“we’ve met,” you say as you let the boys into your room, the three of them quickly filling out the small space. you’re lucky your roommate is out right now, even just the four of you make it feel like a tight squeeze. “yoongi’s in my chinese class.” 

“oh, so he knows the guy-” 

you slap a hand over namjoon’s mouth, nearly sitting on him in an effort to shut your friend up. “he is the guy,” you hiss into his ear, and namjoon’s jaw drops, tearing your hand off his face. 

“you’re kidding,” he whispers, except it’s namjoon, so he may as well be yelling. 

“did he do the thing again?” hoseok asks sympathetically. “yoongi, i told you not to do the thing.” 

“i didn’t do the thing,” yoongi argues defensively, but hoseok stares pointedly back. yoongi shrinks. he bites his cheek. you think you have whiplash. “i did the thing,” yoongi mutters. 

“yoongi!” hoseok complains, and yoongi yet again boxes his lips up into that awkward smile that you’re starting to think is actually very cute. it makes his cheeks puffy and squishy, entirely dissolving the daunting aura he had before. hoseok sighs, and you get the feeling that when yoongi makes that face, it’s very hard for hoseok to say much else otherwise. 

you don’t blame him. that’s the kind of look that could probably get away with anything. 

“the thing,” namjoon says slowly. he’s a smart guy; namjoon was known for being able to piece even the oddest bits of information together. “the thing, where he scares the living shit out of people like y/n.” 

“namjoon!” it’s your turn to scold your friend, the back of your hand smacking into his arm. he could at least try not to embarrass you. 

but hoseok nods, yoongi wincing apologetically. “the thing,” hoseok confirms. “sorry, y/n. yoongi’s nice, you’ll see. he’s just shy.” 

you and yoongi glance at each other, and when your eyes meet, his lips form a more genuine smile, softening all his features. warm brown eyes melt away any reservations you might’ve had about him - especially when he says, “thanks for helping me in class.” 

you smile back. it’s a small world, you think - what are the chances that namjoon’s roommate’s best friend would be none other than the boy in your class that you haven’t stopped talking about to namjoon since the day you met him? 

“this is fate,” hoseok will declare later into the evening. two best friends meet two best friends because one half of each pair are roommates. “i think we’ll be good friends.” 

friends. right. that’s what you tell yourself even when you catch sight of yoongi’s full grin at some point, an endearingly gummy smile that makes your heart shake dangerously in your chest. 

series masterlist ; neon signs

#yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi x yn #yoongi x oc #yoongi x y/n #yoongi #yoongi fluff #min yoongi #series: nsyg

[pantoneyoongi]

neon signs | not this again

title ; not this again  pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

notes ; 

this is part of the neon signs drabble series, where drabbles are released in random order (but listed chronologically in the masterlist!) 

series description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi. 

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.) 

word count ; 1.3k

tags ; fluff, that’s really it, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

when you see yoongi through the classroom door window, you nearly turn right back around. the only reason you don’t is because you figure that skipping class on the literal first day of the semester just because you don’t know how to act in front of a cute boy is probably not ideal for your gpa. 

well, that and yoongi lifts his head at the exact right moment, smile spreading slowly across his face in a way that has you completely forgetting that you actually don’t have a crush on yoongi anymore. you swore. or at least that’s what you told namjoon, anyway. 

you push open the door, taking the empty seat next to yoongi. he always sits a little ways to the back, closer to the door - less attention from the professor, but still decently easy access out, he says. 

“hi,” you greet shyly, and yoongi smiles warmly back. you haven’t seen him since last semester - a whole summer separating the two of you, but of course there was still the group chat hoseok created with you all last year. hoseok made him send pictures (“to prove you’re alive, yoongi,”) so you’d received a tiny gallery of Things Yoongi Did This Summer. 

“looks like we have class together again,” yoongi comments, turning to face you as you get settled. you pull out your notebooks to distract yourself from looking at him - just because you don’t have a crush on him anymore doesn’t mean he isn’t still unfairly attractive. 

you bite your lip, “yeah, looks like it.” your eyes lift to meet his, and he looks so genuinely happy to see you that it makes your heart skip a beat in your chest. almost immediately, all the work you put in last semester to get over your (tiny, baby - miniscule, really) crush on him evaporates into thin air. 

you and yoongi are both chinese minors - freshman year fall semester saw you two in the same class, but you were separated for spring semester, your interactions generally limited to when hoseok managed to drag you, namjoon, and yoongi out together (which, admittedly, was pretty often, but still - not an every-other-day-for-80-minutes-straight occurrence). so lucky for you and your erratic heart, you managed to tame your feelings into something nonexistent whenever you were around yoongi. 

or so you thought. 

you really should have a little more resilience than this. but having been friends with yoongi for a little over a year now means you know that yoongi is terribly, terribly sweet, a kind and patient person with the manners of a perfect gentleman. it contrasts entirely with his sharp features, the ones that had you terrified of him when you first met him, until you learned altogether too soon that yoongi’s only sharp on the surface - his features quickly softened out, feline eyes giving way to rounded cheeks and a smile you can’t resist. 

you’re screwed. you are one hundred percent screwed. one glance at his handsome profile as he listens to the professor introducing herself and you know it’s game over for you. the rest of this semester is going to be spent every other day for eighty minutes straight next to min yoongi - you know you don’t stand a chance. 

you just hope namjoon doesn’t say i told you so. 

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“there is nothing even remotely unpredictable about this, y/n,” namjoon deadpans when you confess (again). you whine into the wood of the table, forehead pressed against it like you’d wanted to in class as soon as you realized yoongi was in it. but of course namjoon can’t say i told you so like a normal person. of course he has to say it with the words of his 148 iq score. 

he sighs when you don’t lift your head, relenting a little. he pats your head lightly. “it’s yoongi,” he tries. “it was practically love at first sight for you.” 

you’re sure he thought that was comforting (it’s not) but at least it makes you whip your head up off the table to glare at him, an adorable pout on your face. “it’s not love!” you argue back. he raises his hands in defense. 

“sorry. like at first sight.” 

the crease between your brows relaxes but the pout stays. “every other day,” you lament. “i’m gonna act like an idiot every other day.” 

namjoon inhales deeply through his nose, hand outstretching to rub your arm soothingly. “to be fair,” you know he’s about to say something that’ll make you ditch him in this coffee shop you forced him to join you at. “you’re usually an idiot every day- okay, okay, i’m sorry, i’m joking-” 

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“okay i swear it is not my fault i’m late i really accidentally fell asleep but look i’m here i made it and it’s not even that far past eight-” 

you pause your excuses to find yoongi blinking back at you from his spot on hoseok’s bed. neither boys who actually reside in this room are even in it, both hoseok and namjoon nowhere to be found. 

“oh,” you mumble, cheeks pink. “hi, yoongi. where are the others?” 

he shrugs, shifting over on hoseok’s bed to give you room to hop on. he offers out a hand to you, fingers wrapping around your forearm to help lift you up as he says, “not sure. namjoon let me in and then disappeared, so as far as i’m concerned, you’re on time and those two are the ones who are late.” he gives you that grin you’ve memorized from the first time you saw it, all teeth and gums and bad for your health. you can’t help it - you giggle back like a teenager. 

the two of you make small talk, trading schedules and figuring out where you’re both dorming this semester. you poke fun at the pictures he sent over the summer (“yoongi, my grandparents take better photos than these”) while he huffs and crosses his arms (“at least i tried”). at some point he gets comfortable, limbs stretched out like a cat before he curls up against hoseok’s pillows, sleepily watching you as you ramble off about the latest show you’re watching. you’re still sitting cross-legged beside him, too shy to lay down next to him. 

(but the thought is certainly tempting.)

“we should watch one together,” he mumbles into hoseok’s sheets. his arms wrap around a pillow, hands curling into the plush. “i can come over, or we can use netflix party-” 

“seriously, how long does it take to get a drink from the vending machine? if it’s not coming out maybe consider that your dollar is lost-” 

“first of all it was a dollar twenty-five, so i’m getting that shit out of the machine, i cough up enough money to come to this damn school-” 

namjoon and hoseok bicker their way into the room, hardly even noticing you and yoongi’s presence. yoongi doesn’t bother to sit up, just buries himself further into hoseok’s pillow, hair spreading messily about. your fingers twitch, wanting to comb through it, and you grip the ends of your t-shirt a little tighter, turning your attention back to the other two boys. 

“you spent an hour fighting a vending machine?” 

hoseok and namjoon both pause, staring blankly at you. namjoon’s eyes dart to yoongi laying down on hoseok’s bed behind you, half-asleep, before going back to you. 

“oh. we were supposed to hang out tonight,” he remarks. 

hoseok looks at his roommate. “that was tonight?” 

yoongi’s eyebrows furrow. you’re a lost cause. “that was tonight, you fucks. you think i leave my bed just for kicks?” 

namjoon’s lips press together flatly. “i knew something was up. yoongi only shows up if y/n does.” 

this makes you whip your head back to yoongi, whose face is now fully shoved into hoseok’s pillow. it’s hiding his red ears, and if he didn’t need the pillow to keep things that way, he would’ve launched it across the room straight into namjoon’s face by now. yoongi has good aim and namjoon is much too uncoordinated to block. 

you try to hide your smile, tucking your lower lip in, but hoseok spies it and exchanges a glance with namjoon. in a rare moment of roommate telepathy, hoseok connects the dots from namjoon’s subtle nod. 

hoseok always knew yoongi was still into you, but you? 

oh, you are definitely also still into him. 

series masterlist ; neon signs

#yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi x yn #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x oc #yoongi #min yoongi #fluff #series: nsyg

[pantoneyoongi]

neon signs | we are not cut out for this

title ; we are not cut out for this  pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

notes ; 

this is part of the neon signs drabble series, where drabbles are released in random order (but listed chronologically in the masterlist!) 

series description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi. 

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.) 

word count ; 2.7k

tags ; halloweekend, drinking, is it clear yet that i’ve never been to a single frat party, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

in case anybody asks, namjoon is always right. he was right when he told you not to eat the questionable fish sticks, he was right when he said you were never even once going to use the (super cute!) planner you bought for college, and he’s right about the fact that not a single one of you should’ve gone to this party. 

first of all, it’s a halloween party. the first night of halloweekend, where hoseok said we have to go, it’s a part of the college experience, so you all managed to scrounge together a costume because it is really hard to say no to hoseok when he’s particularly insistent on something. 

yoongi put what is probably the literal least amount of effort any human being could possibly put into a costume. he doesn’t even look altogether that different; he just looks like himself, but instead of regular blue jeans he’s in black jeans. 

“what… exactly are you supposed to be?” you ask, scanning his all-black ensemble. he blinks back at you. his eyes shift a little. 

“a stagehand,” he responds plainly. 

your brows lift. “oh,” you reply lightly. (a future you who knows yoongi better and can read his tells a little more will realize yoongi was absolutely talking out of his ass. he straight up did not dress up, at all. but current you decides not to question it.) 

the party doesn’t start off particularly poorly. you think you might be a little overdressed for it (what? it’s cold outside and you’ve never been to one of these before) but nonetheless you meet a couple already-tipsy people and make a few new friends who you’re sure will have no idea who you are by the morning. 

it’s not until halfway past midnight that things start to go a little… 

south. 

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you’ve lost sight of namjoon. yoongi’s lost sight of hoseok. but you still have sight of yoongi, and with a hesitant hand, you reach out to try and grab hold of the corner of his shirt (you’d yell instead, but you can’t hear shit over the sound of the booming bass. you were just gonna settle for miming, honestly), but then you see it. 

or rather, them. 

even with the music as loud as it is, you think you can hear yoongi’s groan, the way his hand comes up to massage the headache that, if he didn’t have one before, he definitely has one now. your jaw is on the ground and you kind of want to bury your face into yoongi’s back just to hide your own secondhand embarrassment. 

namjoon has never been drunk before. he’s had sips of alcohol at family functions, but you’re fairly certain he has never downed drinks the way one does at a frat party. “i don’t feel anything,” namjoon had said after his first shot, which then led to a series of shots and the worst thing you’ve ever witnessed. 

you’re not really sure how the shoddy table is holding him up. you’re actually a little concerned that he’ll either break the table or fall, neither of which you’re equipped to help with because namjoon is twice the size of you. “oh no,” you whimper to no one in particular. “oh, no.” 

you want to scrub your eyes with bleach. you’re sure namjoon would too, if the usually composed man saw what he was doing right now, the obscenity of your best friend doing what can only be described as ‘shaking ass’ on top of a table, surrounded by a crowd of equally wasted people who are clearly enjoying the view. hoseok was standing on the table with him, but he disappears out of sight for you again when he sits down on the edge of the table, energy suddenly extinguished. 

yoongi can still see him, though, since he’s taller than you. “oh god,” yoongi mutters. hoseok looks like he’s entering a third plane of existence, eyes wide and jaw slightly ajar. 

it gets worse. namjoon’s voice booms through the crowd and you wonder if it’s too late to revoke your best friend card. “uh,” yoongi coughs, leaning down to reach you. “is he - is he doing what i think he’s doing?” 

your hand wraps around yoongi’s bicep lightly as you tip-toe to talk back into his ear. “if reciting various philosophy theories while trying to throw his back out is what you think he’s doing, then yes.” 

yoongi turns to face you. you stare back at him. he opens his mouth, then shuts it. then opens it again. then shuts it. with a sigh of someone who is left with no other choice, he grabs you by the wrist and tugs you through the crowd, releasing you only when you reach the table, both your heads tilted back to stare up at namjoon. 

yoongi glances at you. he points to hoseok, then himself, then you, to namjoon. you grimace. you wish you could leave namjoon with yoongi, but unfortunately, the best friend title belongs to you. you nod. 

yoongi melts into the crowd, headed towards hoseok. you watch your drunk-off-his-ass friend for as long as you can stand it, before you call his name, trying to get his attention above the noise both the music and himself are making. 

“hey plato,” you yell. “or socrates, whatever, i don’t remember. can you come here please?” 

namjoon crouches and thank god his haphazard bed sheet costume covers everything it needs to cover. “hi y/n,” he slurs, and you feel like you’re genuinely at risk of him tumbling right off the edge and you winding up crushed underneath him. you really wish yoongi had taken namjoon instead. 

“come down, please?” you ask sweetly. you have no idea how to handle a drunk namjoon. drunk namjoon is not exactly anything like sober namjoon, apparently. 

you thank every spiritual entity you can and can’t think of when namjoon slides off the table obediently. it’s a blessing that drunk namjoon is more susceptible to listening to you than sober namjoon is, as you grab onto his wobbly figure to keep him upright and not faceplanted onto the floor. though you get the feeling if he goes down, you’re going with him. 

now that you have namjoon, the crowd is slowly starting to dissipate. you search the room for yoongi, entirely unaware of the curious eyes on you - if anything, you figure it’s just people wondering about namjoon’s next move, since he is still talking very loudly about philosophers. 

you catch sight of yoongi. he’s kind of hard to miss, because - well - everyone’s caught sight of yoongi, it seems. the all black thing is working wonders for him. 

for a moment, you just watch. there’s a crowd of people around both him and hoseok, and you think you might’ve only seen this scene in movies or tv shows, the way girls surround yoongi, batting their eyelashes at him, offering their help, but even to someone as oblivious as you, you can tell the offer is only to spend a little extra time with yoongi. 

you’ve never really thought hard about it before - never had to - but the fleeting moments when your brain randomly registers that both yoongi and hoseok are very handsome locks in now, solidifying in your brain who exactly you’re friends with. 

yoongi isn’t smiling anymore, ducking his head and nodding and trying to get through the crowd with a tipsy hoseok. if you didn’t know any better, yoongi might’ve looked annoyed by the attention, which only seems to make him garner even more. 

but you know better. just a little bit. you know he’s just trying to calculate the fastest way to make it out of the crowd without being rude, but it translates into a stand-offish attitude with curt responses before his eyes find yours. you try to smile, but between the nagging feeling in your chest and the literal weight of namjoon on your arm, it looks a lot more like a grimace. 

you see more so than hear yoongi say a few words, then he slips through, towards you. “trade,” he says, sounding slightly out of breath, and suddenly you’ve got hoseok’s arm looped over your shoulder, and namjoon is wrapped around yoongi. they’re sobering, slowly - but yoongi has to elbow namjoon hard in the gut to get him to jolt up a little, stumbling towards the nearest exit you can find. 

you glance at yoongi as he leads the way out, and something about the way he looks over his shoulder at you sets off butterflies in your stomach that you choose to ignore. he’s just a little extra handsome today, that’s all. the definition of tall, dark, and brooding. 

it’s an excuse you won’t be able to use for much longer, but while you still have a far from sober hoseok draped over you, that’s what you’ll settle for. 

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yoongi collapses onto the curb beside you with a loud exhale, drawing his knees up and hanging his arms over them. hoseok is passed out on the grass beside you, while namjoon is still up, stumbling as he wanders about, but you can tell he’s slowly sobering up. yoongi keeps his eyes on him though, making sure not to lose sight of him. 

you sit in silence together, waiting for the uber yoongi had called for. you pull your knees up too, wrapping your arms under your thighs. even with the gloves on your hands extending up to your elbows, you still feel cold. yoongi doesn’t look much better, goosebumps raising along his bare arms. 

“thanks for coming tonight,” he says suddenly, voice a little gruff. two months into knowing him but every so often you still find yourself adjusting to the way yoongi speaks, listening carefully for the undertones rather than the surface level. he doesn’t look at you, keeping his eyes trained on namjoon, but he continues, a little softer this time, “you really didn’t have to. hoseok’s a little…”  yoongi trails off when he can’t quite find the words, nose scrunching. “well, he wouldn’t have forced you,” he settles on saying. yoongi finally turns back to you then, but the way he looks at you makes you wish he’d go back to tracking namjoon. there’s a flutter in your chest that’s getting a little too dangerous, a little too soon.

you shrug it off. “it’s okay, i wanted to come,” you reassure him. “he was right. it’s part of the college experience.”

“some things you don’t need to experience,” yoongi says dryly, and you laugh, earning a flash of teeth back when he grins. he leans back on his arms, heaving a sigh. “we are not cut out for this.” 

you hide a smile. considering namjoon is currently explaining in intense detail to a shrub the concept of free will vs determinism, you’re inclined to agree. when namjoon wakes up with a raging hangover tomorrow, you have no doubt the first words out of his mouth will be, “i told you this was a bad idea.” 

yoongi pulls your attention back, reaching over to pinch lightly at the cloth of your costume. “i didn’t ask earlier. what’d you come as?” 

your ears turn pink, but you attribute it to the cold, and not the brush of his hands as he pulls away. “katara, from avatar,” you admit shyly. “but i didn’t really have much time to prepare, so i guess it’s not obvious.” 

you slide your arms out from under your thighs, fiddling with the gloves. “i was hoping the gloves might keep me at least a little warm, but it only really helped for dodging all the sticky stuff inside. nobody told me frat parties are really…” you make a face. “gross.” 

yoongi snorts. “yeah,” he agrees easily. he sucks in a breath between his teeth. “let’s not do this again. once is enough.” 

“you didn’t try partying last year?” 

yoongi glances at you through his peripheral. “i need hoseok to remind me to smile,” he arches an eyebrow. “somehow i don’t think parties suit me.”

“the girls in there would probably disagree,” you mumble under your breath off-hand with a tilt of your head. you don’t expect it when yoongi leans in closer, trying to hear you. 

“hm?” 

you clear your throat. “nothing,” you draw away, choosing to watch namjoon instead of focusing on yoongi’s proximity. you can still feel yoongi’s eyes on you, and suddenly you don’t feel altogether that cold anymore, cheeks heating from his gaze. 

“you know,” he starts again, bringing your attention back to him. “i like this better.” 

you blink back at him questioningly. “what’s better?” 

the corner of one side of his lips pulls up, and his next words tug at your heartstrings. 

“talking to you.” 

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the next couple weeks changes a lot of things for not only you, but yoongi, too. you don’t attribute it to the party (and neither does yoongi) - but hoseok and namjoon always have their ears to the ground, with the latest news in campus gossip. 

okay - maybe just hoseok does. namjoon only knows because - 

“if one more person asks me if i’m your boyfriend or if they know if you’re dating someone-!” namjoon accidentally tips over a bottle when he collapses onto the bench across from you, scrambling to grab it before it rolls off the table. you watch patiently when it inevitably does, namjoon nearly falling off the bench to grab it and place it back on the table. 

he huffs. “anyway. as i was saying. people keep asking me about you, y/n.” 

you raise your hands, shrugging. “i don’t know why. you’re the one that made all the commotion that night, joonie.” 

“it’s because they think you’re cute,” hoseok slides onto the bench next to namjoon, nursing a cup of coffee. “people keep asking me for yoongi’s number, too.” 

you pause at that. “there were a lot of girls around him that night.” 

hoseok shrugs. “he was always popular in his major. lots of the engineering kids like him. but you know him,” he gestures towards yoongi who is crossing the courtyard to join you. “he’s a bit… scary looking.” 

you turn your head, and true to hoseok’s word, yoongi’s expression is flat-lined again, bordering on annoyed. he has his hands shoved into his pockets and a beanie pulled low over his ears, wired earphones in. he looks unapproachable. he looks like someone who doesn’t want to be bothered, at all. he looks like the classmate you were sure was going to hate you for the rest of the semester, without rhyme or reason, just for existing. 

but then he reaches you, and his expression transforms, a small smile forming on his face and his eyes lighting up. he tugs his earphones out, and swings his legs over the bench to sit next to you, hands pulled out of his pockets to rest on the picnic table. 

“hi,” he greets softly. he doesn’t look so untouchable anymore - just cozy in his hoodie, happy to be around his friends. you can’t seem to take your eyes off him. 

he swipes his beanie off his head, ruffling his hair a little. then, before you can realize what’s happening, he tugs the beanie over your head, making sure it’s snug over your ears. 

“there,” he looks pleased with himself. “not so cold anymore.” 

he throws the hood of his hoodie up in replacement of his lost hat, and smiles at you in that way where his eyes disappear, curving into happy crescents. 

you’re in trouble. you know you’re in trouble. yoongi has half the campus on their radar; you can’t be letting the little things yoongi does tally up in your head, immortalize themselves into vibrant memories when they’re just habits that yoongi has. you shouldn’t put meaning into everything he does with you just because he happens to accidentally seem mean and cold on the outside when he’s actually gentle and warm. it’s not that he’s being special to you - he’s just being yoongi. 

but when you’re not paying attention, too busy bickering with namjoon about something inconsequential (that’ll inevitably be a contention point for the two of you for the next three weeks anyway), yoongi sneaks glances at you. the stony expression he’s so well known for fades away, leaving just the faint outline of a smile and soft eyes that follow your every movement. 

when yoongi’s around you, his default changes. there’s no need to remind him to smile - around you, it’s the only thing he knows how to do. 

series masterlist ; neon signs

#yoongi x you #yoongi fluff #yoongi x yn #yoongi x reader #yoongi x y/n #yoongi #min yoongi #fluff #series: nsyg

[pantoneyoongi]

Your neon signs is a masterpiece,like I hv reread the uploaded drabbles thousand times like it cannot stop being comforting no matter how many times I need it currently I am in uni so it's highly relatable ,thank you so much 💗❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💖💕💖❤️💕

oh 🥹🥹 this is?? so sweet of u to say??? 😭😭 thank u so much i can’t believe u reread it 😭 thank u 💕💕 i’m so glad it’s a comforting fic for u hehe they are just two cute idiots falling in love

i hope uni is treating u well!! best of luck!! 💕

#ask #series: nsyg #u are the sweetest this message made me so warm n fuzzy 😭😭 #thank u sm 🥺❤️

[pantoneyoongi]

Ahhhhh! 😄 I'm swooning at the new chapter of Neon Signs. That was so great and just so cute! Another wonderful job at the next part to this series. I really liked seeing Yoongi's thoughts throughout this one and reading a bit more of his side. You create a fic about a simple hobby like building a puzzle so lovely and comforting to read (and I really enjoy building puzzles, too!). Great work. I can't wait for the next!!!

aaa thank u sm i’m so glad u liked it!! 🥺

i kinda wanna do a couple of different povs.. i think it could be fun 😊 we’ll see what happens, i’m winging it like just a little 🤏 bit here LOL

(and psst - i also really enjoy building puzzles hehe)

#ask #series: nsyg

[pantoneyoongi]

hey!! i just wanna say i love neon sights so much. it’s the only story that i want to imagine myself as y/n. the cutest story ever i never want it to be finished 🩵

omg you're fine LOL thank u so much!! 💕 i'm so glad you're enjoying it and that you can picture yourself in "y/n's" spot 🥺

it's definitely a very indulgent story for me hehe i just love building their friendship and their feelings they’re just so silly n cute 😭 thank u for reading ❤️❤️

#i know three years sound like a super long time for them to get together but i just. they are so silly ykno #so silly and in love #this story is my fluff baby LOL #anyway thank u again!! 🥺🥺❤️ #series: nsyg #ask

[pantoneyoongi]

hiii yes ive been extremely busy with uni life kinda sucks but its whatever,,,, how about u?? sorry for the late response also im loving neon signs rn!! thank u for ur hard work 🖤

omg 😭😭 ik right now is exam season for my friends.. if it is for u too, good luck 😫 u got this!!

it’s been alright for me, don’t apologize !! work has been relatively calm in recent weeks for once but i think it’s going to pick up again very soon :( o wells

hehe i’m glad you’re enjoying neon signs!! they’re so cute and a little silly i love them 🥹

#ask #series: nsyg #🖤 anon