settle down | (m)

floralseokjin:

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pairing: min
yoongi x reader, roommate! yoongi

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genre/warnings:
smut, angst, fluff, slow buuurrrn, enemies to lovers

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words: 14,930

→summary: An unfortunate
event finds you living with the man you practically despise over the summer. However,
maybe through a series of fortunate
events, you find yourself falling for him…

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note. this is a
remastered version of the originally story I wrote called ‘and july’ (found
here) that I wrote for suho back when I started this blog, albeit slightly
(very?) different.

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“Three months?!” You squeaked, your voice shrill as your
eyes widened in shock.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t really have a choice. My mom misses
me and she wants me to visit her over the summer. I can’t do anything about
it,” your best friend Gian, apologised, biting her bottom lip nervously, her
gaze meeting yours.

Wow, she must really feel that guilty… you hadn’t realised, and you sighed in defeat, “It’s
okay Gian, really,” you reassured her, placing your hand over hers, “it’s just
you know how I get about bills, I’m just worried about paying rent, that’s all
— it’s okay, though, I’ll figure something out.”

You watched her swallow loudly, eyes beginning to flicker around,
“um, about that Y/N,” she began, and you watched as she bit her lip more furiously,
ripping off bits of dry skin, “I’ve kinda already sorted that out.”

You watched her smile weakly at you, and you nodded your
head enthusiastically back at her for her to continue, feeling confused as to why
she looked so nervous. This was good news. This meant you didn’t have to look
for a last minute temporary roommate — or, worst scenario, try and find all the
money to pay for rent yourself.

“Well, he needed somewhere to stay for a bit seeing as his
lease just ran out at his last apartment… so, I said he could stay till I come
back, or before then, whenever he —

“Gian, who’s he?”
You cut her off, your tone demanding. You suddenly had a bad feeling, the story
of an expired lease sounding familiar, as if you’d heard it before, and then
the realisation washed over you. You knew who he was. Of course you did.

“Yoongi,” she squeaked out, her voice barely audible.

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