Cypher {Suga X Reader}

I havent seen Yoongi in a while....

It's been a few days since Namjoon's confession, to which I have yet to respond to. Yoongi and I's mutual relationship has become one sided quickly, and he seems to actively avoid me; my attempts at conversation more often than not backfire.

Mine and Namjoon's relationship remains unchanged.

I sat in the living room of the apartment, legs crossed on the couch and immersed in the recent book I had continuously neglected reading. There's voices in the hallway; laughter, arguing, it's like something you'd hear in a house with a big family. The news is on TV, the reporter is talking about a hurricane,

I think,

but nobody is listening to what the reporter is saying. Outside remains unheard.

From my peripheral vision, I spot Yoongi's door being opened, and the man himself walks out in lounge wear. It might be their off day, but maybe it's not.

My eyes leave the words on the pages and are now fixed on Yoongi, and I make one last attempt at trying to get his attention,

"Hey Yoongi! What were you, asleep or something?", I attempt to banter.

He glances at me and then looks down on the floor. "N-no", he mumbles.

And it ends at that.

Instead of feeding into common sense and actively asking him why he's like this, for some reason I prefer to ignore it, or maybe just satisfy my stubbornness.

If he's not going to say anything then I won't pry....
Right?
I mean, come on.. Why do I always have to take care of him like I'm his mother or something...
He's a grown man.....

I sigh at my probably seventh failure of conversation with him and continue back to my book. My mind wanders rebelliously in the fictional world, anything to get rid of the burden of real life.

After only getting through two more pages, my fantasy is interrupted by Jimin nearing the couch. He doesn't say or do anything, only pacing around and touching his hair, but it's enough to make me conscious.

I look up at him; I may have caught him off guard since our split second eye contact was quickly avoided by Jimin turning to the TV screen.

"You good?" I sigh and go back to the book before asking him.

"Yeah" His reply is short and mumbled.

Jimin begins to make his way towards the couch and places himself on the edge, a good distance between our bodies.

"y/n.." He begins, and I glance up at him again to the call of my name,

"Do you- I want to- let's go up to the dance studio".

"Do you want to film another dance together?" I ask, perking up at the thought of having a dance partner. My heart however flutters a few seconds later as I begin to recall our previous duets.

"Yeah, lets do that", Jimin says, he's looking into my eyes but his mind appears to be somewhere else.

"Okay cool, I'll go put on a something more fit for dance and I'll meet you up there then" I smile as I place the book open face down on the couch and begin to make my way to my room.

Jimin is a hard person to figure out, he has a media persona, a dance persona, a drinking persona, and a group persona. But there is one thing that is clear: the idol is very blunt when under the influence, be it dance or alcohol.

I quickly put on a pair of biker shorts and a random T-shirt and grab my phone and water bottle, and head up to the studio.

I forgot my hair tie

In the dark studio room Jimin is sitting in the corner with his legs stretched out and his hands running through his hair. At the notice of my presence he smiles and continues to do something or other in that corner.

"So, what song? Should we learn a quick choreography, or freestyle, or maybe do a BTS song that already has a dance. Mind you, I know them all" I chuckle to myself as I begin to plug my phone into the speaker.

The air is stiff in this room. The droplets of rain outside gradually disappear and the cicadas are vocal. The darkness is taken over by the hot rays of sun peaking in through the window as the sun is finally released by the clouds.

Jimin doesn't respond to my joking pride, and instead appears to be lost on in thought.

I ignore his silence and list through the songs on my playlist, Jimin's solo "Lie" is what gets his attention.

"Lets do this song", he suggests.

He clearly likes to dance to his own songs huh..

"Sure, why not, it has a nice melody to it. Do you have a choreo in mine?" I ask as I press play on my phone.

"Freestyle.. Were doing freestyle" Jimin states.

Why is it always a freestyle, I'm not that creative.

"Oh, and don't film it"

Didn't we come here..... for exactly the opposite?

And so our stretching is come to an end, and then Jimin's solo is played from the start as the two of us conceive a visual of the song in our heads. And the duet begins.

The movements start out natural; they're expected, they're harmonious. I'm subconsciously waiting for Jimin's routine of lustful movements, but they never come. His movements have switched, his body yearns for something more than lust, it yearns for emotion. His eyes engulf me, but in a caress rather than an intrusion. It begins to rain again.

// 계속돼 도망쳐봐도 (it keeps happening even though I run away) //
// 거짓 속에 빠져있어 (Im caught in a lie) //

Our bodies are in an embrace, and Jimin whispers those lyrics into my ear and my heart skips a beat. His voice is low.

// I feel so far away //
// you always come my way //

And Jimin's body is desperate for something, but at the same time his movements are gentle. His hands run through my hair again, his fingers gently touch my cheek.

Unlike our previous duets, this one ended with us apart. I couldn't hear his panting breath this time.

I wipe the sweat that has begun to form on my face and I sit down next to the speaker.

I guess he just wanted a dance partner

My phone, which is playing the next song on the playlist, is unplugged and stuffed into my pocket, and I take in the happy hormones that dancing never fails to provide me with.

I glance at Jimin and he's leaning on the wall, drinking a bottle of water. He then places the water bottle onto the floor but doesn't move from his position.

Is he staying?

I shrug to myself and begin slowly walking to the door, my footsteps echoing in the silence of the room.

"Don't go yet" Jimin mutters. It's still raining.

I turn around and give him a confused look, "Is there something else?".

"y/n, I need to tell you something".

Jimin's face is content, and I can't make out wether it's something good or bad, but I approach him regardless.

"What's up? Is everything okay?" I ask, leaning on the bar across the mirror.

"I called you here for another reason other than to dance..", he begins.

I'm confused but I nod in response,

This isn't something usual for Jimin.

"...I think- I might be- It's-" he stammers nervously,

"I think I have feelings... for you.."

And then it hits me, I know why he picks freestyles, why his feelings are so clear and projected in the language of music.

When his mind is deluded with alcohol or dance, he stops pretending, and his authentic persona comes out, and his guard comes down,

and he has no filter.