Tangled Realities (Ot7xreader)

By the time you finally wrapped up your work and packed your things, it was almost 10 PM. The office was quiet, with only a few late-night workers still glued to their screens. You stretched your stiff limbs and grabbed your bag, feeling the exhaustion settle deep in your bones.

As you stepped outside, the cool night air hit your skin, offering a brief moment of relief. You were about to text the group chat that you were heading home when your phone buzzed with an incoming call.

Yoongi.

You answered immediately. "Yoongi?"

"Where are you?" His voice was calm, but you could hear the underlying concern.

"Just got off work. Heading home now."

"Stay where you are."

"Huh?"

"I’m already outside your office."

Your heart skipped a beat. You turned your head, scanning the dimly lit street, and sure enough—there he was.

Dressed in his usual all-black ensemble, leaning casually against his car with his hands in his pockets. His sharp eyes met yours, and he tilted his head slightly, as if silently saying, What did I tell you about overworking?

You felt a rush of warmth in your chest as you made your way toward him.

"How long have you been waiting?" you asked, voice laced with guilt.

"Long enough." He opened the passenger door for you. "Get in."

You didn’t argue. You slid into the seat, feeling instantly at ease in his presence. The car smelled faintly of mint and coffee, a scent you had grown familiar with.

As he started the engine, you exhaled and let your head fall back against the seat.

"You didn’t have to come all the way here, Yoongi."

"I know." He glanced at you briefly. "But I wanted to."

Silence filled the space between you, but it was the kind that felt comforting rather than awkward.

"Jimin told me you were staying late," he continued, eyes focused on the road. "You shouldn’t push yourself too hard."

"I wasn’t pushing myself—"

"You were." He shot you a knowing look. "Don’t argue."

You pouted slightly, making him chuckle under his breath.

"They’re all waiting for you, you know," he said after a beat. "Jin even made your favorite late-night snack."

Your lips curled up at the thought. Home. That word had never felt more meaningful than it did now.

"Did they send you to pick me up?"

"No," he admitted. "I just… wanted to."

Something about the way he said that made your stomach flip.

You reached out and rested a hand on his knee, squeezing lightly. "Thank you, Yoongi."

He didn’t reply, but the way his fingers drummed lightly against the steering wheel told you everything you needed to know.

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After finally getting home, you went straight to your room to freshen up. The exhaustion from work clung to you, but at the same time, there was a strange sense of warmth in your chest—everyone was home tonight.

It was something that had become rare over time, but lately, it felt like an unspoken promise had been made: to prioritize yourselves and this relationship before anything else.