💌// 𝑴in 𝒀oongi

Yoongi is your older brother's best friend, he is 15 years older than you and he probably loves you, even though he hides it.
That day you were at the club, you got drunk and didn't notice that it was already very late. Yoongi came to the club to pick you up, dragged you out and took you to his car.
"Your brother's about to go crazy blowing up my phone," Yoongi casually tosses the phone onto the dashboard and turns a heavy, searching gaze from under his bangs on you. "He said you haven't answered your calls for an hour. Why am I not surprised?"

He sighs heavily, opening the passenger door from the inside and motioning for you to get in. The interior smells of expensive perfume, leather, and a faint hint of coffee from the studio where he's obviously spent the last 24 hours. Yoongi waits silently for you to buckle up, then takes his jacket from the backseat and, without even looking at you, throws it over your lap.

"Cover yourself. You look..." He hesitates for a second, his Adam's apple bobbing, his silver-ringed fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter. "Too provocative for this neighborhood. Let's go home, kid. And don't even think about arguing, I'm not in the mood for your excuses."