The Four Horsemen Of The Revolution:

The four Horsemen of the Revolution:

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bitter || min yoongi

Min Yoongi x reader

Summary: Yoongi is a regular at the bar you work at, and you’re used to hearing about his problems over a drink. But one night he’s having a particularly bad day, and something changes between the two of you.

Genre: angst/fluff

Words: 1935

this came outta nowhere

I raised my eyebrows at Yoongi as he entered the bar, nodding and beckoning him over as I wiped down the surface. He made his way over to me with his usual expression of disinterest and sat down on the other side of the bar, immediately dropping his head into his hands. I let out a small laugh as I wiped around him.

“What happened this time?”

Of course, I had noticed Yoongi when he had first walked into the bar, his pale, ethereal skin and delicate features were easy to distinguish amongst the usual monotony of customers. Despite his small frame he had seemed to give off a powerful and dangerous air, making people consciously move out of his way as he passed. With the crowd physically parting around him, and his indifferent expression as he ordered a drink in a low voice, I couldn’t help but to pay him some attention.

What I didn’t know then, was that he would become a regular customer, and familiar to me personally. Almost every night he would come in, near the end of my shift, and order the same drink. It wasn’t long before we started talking, although it had taken some coaxing, and I began learning a lot about him from his drunken rambles and sober stories.

He groaned into his hand, raising his head as I slid him his drink.

“She left again.” He mumbled, knocking back his head to take a swift drink of the strong alcohol I had handed him. I sighed, sympathy filling me upon noting his tired and red eyes. He had an on-and-off girlfriend who always seemed to be angry with him, and from what it sounded like, he could do a lot better.

“Probably for the best.” I said quietly, leaning on the bar next to him and watching worriedly as he finished the drink in another mouthful, slamming the glass down.

“I think we might have actually broken up this time.” He said, ignoring my comment. He held out his glass with a pointed look and I raised my eyebrows at him for a moment, before sighing and taking it from him to refill it.

“I’ve been spending too much time here. You’ve forgotten that it’s actually your job to serve me drinks.” He chuckled dryly from behind me as I poured the drink. I smirked as I turned back around and placed the glass in front of him.

When I returned from serving another customer, the glass was empty once more, and Yoongi was staring into nothing. I sighed again, figuring it would be best to leave him to his thoughts, especially as I wasn’t very good with words. It hurt me to see him like this: he deserved so much more, but I didn’t want to make it worse by saying something stupid.

He stayed later than usual, an indication that it really was a bad day for him. It was nearing 2am, and the bar was largely empty, the last few customers filtering out, stumbling. He was still sitting where he had been all night, his chin resting on his hand as he stared blankly ahead of him.

His fourth glass lay empty beside him, and I glanced at the clock, glad it was nearly time to close up, so I couldn’t serve him any more alcohol. I finished cleaning up, and wiped off my hands, going to the back to change out of my work clothes. When I returned, Yoongi was the only person still in the bar, and I felt my heart twinge at the expression on his face, his eyes sullen, and his mouth downturned.

I walked around the bar and sat on the stool beside him, staying silent as I fiddled with my fingers, watching his face carefully. His eyes were glazed and dull as he let out a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” I asked quietly, kicking myself at how stupid that sounded. He chuckled lightly, looking over at me in amusement as I hurried to correct myself. “I mean obviously not, I…” I trailed off, my cheeks heating up. I desperately wanted to help him, but I didn’t know how. Thankfully, he started talking.

“I don’t even care that she broke up with me, really.” He said bitterly. “I didn’t love her.” I was surprised at this, given how upset he seemed.

“No?” I asked, and he turned to look at me, shaking his head.

“No. I don’t think I’ll miss her much. It’s just…” He sighed heavily, facing forward again. “It’s me, it’s myself. I can’t seem to keep anyone close to me.” I didn’t know what to say to that, but I don’t think he really expected a response, his eyes still fixed on something I couldn’t see, and clearly in deep thought, so I kept quiet.

“I mean, I get it.” He spoke so quietly, had the rest of the bar not been entirely silent I don’t think I would have heard him. “I get why she left me.” He curved his lips up wryly. “Who wouldn’t?” I frowned.

“It’s not your fault-“

“Of course it is.” He snapped, whipping his head towards me angrily. “How could it be anyone else’s?” He muttered, rubbing his face. “I didn’t deserve her. I don’t deserve anyone.” Anger rushed up my throat towards whatever, whoever, had made him feel like this. I had seen enough of him to know that although he put up a cold front, he was gentle, and kind, and worthy of love.

“No.” I turned my body around so I was facing him entirely, and he watched me unresponsively. “Yoongi, listen to me. This is her loss, her fault. You deserve someone better. Someone who will give you back as much as you give them.”

Someone like me. I didn’t say it.

He turned fully towards me, his eyebrows furrowing as his gaze moved around my face. He licked his lips, shaking his head. “You don’t even know her.”

I couldn’t help the hand that reached up to touch his cheek gently. “But I know you.”

His eyes flickered to my lips, and back up to my eyes and I suddenly became aware how close we were to each other, my legs brushing against his and my hand on his knee.

In a sudden rush of movement, he leant forward and pressed his lips against mine messily, one of his hands coming to my cheek. My lips moved against his in an almost unconscious motion, my heart rate through the roof as my hands lifted to his hair, wanting to feel more of him.

His lips were hot and I could taste the alcohol on them as he pushed further towards me desperately. It was only as his hand began to move up my waist that I remembered the circumstances. I caught his wrist and pulled it away from me, separating our lips. I stared at his face and tried to calm my breath, reminding myself, he’s been drinking, he just broke up with his girlfriend; this isn’t right.

“You’re drunk, Yoongi.” I murmured breathlessly. His eyes opened and he licked his lips, meeting my gaze. He shook his head.

“I’m not drunk enough to do that without wanting to.” His voice was gravelly and low, and my breath hitched as his fingers stroked across my cheek. “I wanted to do that, Y/N. I want to again.”

I tried to calm my breathing, telling myself over and over not to get ahead of myself. I closed my eyes.

“I want you to as well, Yoongi… believe me.” I chuckled breathlessly, meeting his intense gaze again. “But I think we should wait.” I gave him a small smile as he frowned. “You only just broke up with your girlfriend.”

“You’re not a rebound.” He said quietly, examining my face with focus. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” I smiled at his words, wanting nothing more than to kiss him again, and let whatever happened as a result happen. But instead I pulled my head back, forcing myself to be sensible.

“How about this, you go home now, get some rest, and clear your head.” I proposed, hands on his shoulders. “And then we see each other again in a few days, and if you still want to do… this, then, well…” My face stretched into an uncontrollable grin at the thought of something actually happening between Yoongi and I. He sighed, looking at me for a moment before nodding slowly.

“Okay.” He gave me a small grin as he stood up from the stool, stumbling slightly. “But my answer will stay the same.” His speech was wobbly and I chuckled lightly, grabbing his arm. I called him a taxi and led him out of the door.

I smiled at him fondly as we waited outside, watching his eyes droop shut before he suddenly jerked his head up to stay awake. I didn’t voice my fear that he would change his mind when he’d thought about it clearly, but worry clouded in my chest at the thought. Trying to convince myself that it was the right thing to do, I gave Yoongi a light kiss on the cheek before pushing him into the taxi, his eyes locked on mine out of the window until the car was out of sight.

I pushed down tears at the terrible dread filling me; that I had given up the chance to kiss him whilst I had it, and he was going to wake up tomorrow and regret ever doing it.

I didn’t hear from him after that, and I tried to continue about my daily tasks without thinking of him, but it was hard without him sitting at the bar, making me laugh with his snarky comments and intellect. I hadn’t even known I had felt something so strong for Yoongi until he wasn’t around anymore. I ached for his company. Eventually I realised the inevitable: what had happened that night had only been the actions of a drunk, heartbroken man, and it didn’t mean anything.

Almost a week later I arrived at the bar for my shift, only to see a familiar mop of hair leaning against the wall outside. He immediately stood up when he saw me, walking closer to me.

“Yoongi.” I breathed, taking him in, and trying to force down the misery I felt now upon seeing him.

“Y/N.” He spoke without a hint of hesitation, his voice clear. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around. I had to wait a few days to make sure I was making the right decision.” I took in a sharp breath, bravely meeting his eyes.

“And? What is your decision?” I asked, ready for the rejection, for his apologies and regret.

He took a few steps forward until he was standing right in front of me. All my resolve melted away as he stared at me with a soft expression, his hand coming up to my face. Slowly, gently, he leant down and pressed our lips together. His mouth was cold this time, and the action itself was so much more controlled and gentle that it had been before. My knees weakened as he firmly took my face in his hands and moved his lips softly against mine.

I opened my mouth as he pulled back, my heartbeat going wild. Relief washed over me as I realised I had been wrong, and this was what he really wanted; I could see it in his eyes. He gave me a small smile.

“You. I choose you.”

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