genre: light angst, fluff
Would you do a mild angst to fluff idol!Min Yoongi one shot where his girlfriend doesn’t believe in going to bed mad at each other and Yoongi knows this so as much as he drags his feet and leaves for a bit, he eventually comes around (even if it’s late that night) to talk things out with her because he's falling in love with her and wants her happy?
The dining room table is cluttered yet organized with dishes. Forks, knives, and spoons placed in delicate positions. The wine glasses are half empty. You stare at the empty chairs, and an intense feeling of sadness overwhelms you. You wonder how what was supposed to be an incredible night turned into such a disaster. The memory flashes before you on a loop that you cannot seem to pause.
Earlier that night, Yoongi knocked three times on your door. You chuckled to yourself because you knew it was him before you even saw his face. There he stood in a nice button down, and the pants you liked so much. He wore a shy smile on his face, and you couldn’t help but smile too.
“Jagiya,” Yoongi embraced you before you could even utter a word. His lips brushed against your ear, “Jagiya. Jagiya. Jagiya, oh how I’ve missed you.”
Your stomach erupted into butterflies, as it always seemed to do. You had missed this, missed him so much. You had only been together for a few months, but he had been away and working for most of it.
“You know and I know I’ve missed you more,” you stated and grabbed his hand to lead him into your apartment.
Yoongi chuckled, “You’re adorable. How’d I get so lucky?”
Your apartment smelled of the warm food you had cooking in the oven. You could almost taste it. This just proved how starving you were. You took all the food you had cooking, and placed them on the table. Everything was perfect. It was almost too perfect.
The both of you sat, and drank wine while you caught up on all the things the other had missed while being apart. For a moment, everything got quiet. Yoongi took a sip from his glass. You mimicked his action, uncertain what he was about to say.
“I’m going to be gone for a while again. I'm leaving tomorrow morning,” he states while staring at the napkin on his lap.
You stayed silent trying to process what he just said. The only question on your mind was, is this even worth it anymore? How can you be in a relationship with someone who is never around?
You finally muster up the courage to say what’s on your mind, “Yoongi, you’re never here.”
He clearly took your statement the wrong way because his face hardened faster than you could recognize.
“It’s not like you didn’t know what you signed up for,” he shot back.
Silence filled the room once again.
Racking your brain for something to say, you finally mutter, “I’m not trying to start an argument.”
His face softens for a moment then hardens again.
“Well you have,” he states staring right at you.
You could feel your blood boiling. This made you angry for so many reasons. It infuriated you that he didn’t understand. It infuriated you that he wasn’t allowing you to express your emotions. Most importantly, it infuriated you because he wasn’t listening, and that was something he always promised he would do.
“If you want to be like that then fine, but don’t give me that bullshit. I get it. Your work makes you incredibly busy. I’m not blaming you for that, but how are we supposed to be in a relationship if you can’t make time for me?”
Yoongi begins to raise his voice, “don’t tell me I don’t make time for you. I’m here right now.”
“You’ve been home for five days, and today is the first day I’ve seen you. You’re never around,” You yell clearly frustrated by the conversation. Without a word he gets up, and walks out of the apartment. The door slams behind him.
Now here you are surrounded by the empty chairs, uneaten food, and the jacket Yoongi left behind. You think about everything. You think about how wrong you were for making him feel like he had to choose between his dream and you, and how wrong he was for not listening to you. Tears started to fall from your cheeks. Nothing was known. You didn’t know where he was, who he was with, or if it was over. That just made you cry harder.
‘He left without making things right, maybe it is really over,’ you think to yourself. In an attempt to make yourself forget, you clean everything up, and change into your pajamas. You sit on your couch, and wrap yourself in blankets while watching your comfort movie. The shirt you chose to wear is big and all too familiar. It smells like coffee. It smells like Yoongi.
Memories flash through your brain. You see him laying in bed with his shirt all scrunched up. A memory of him spilling coffee all over it. Even after you washed it five times it still smelt of the brown liquid. You see a memory of you stealing his shirt. He chased you all over the apartment once he realized it was his. It ended in fits of laughter, and your victory. He later told you he’d rather you wear it because he liked the idea of you in his clothes. He was victorious too.
Three light knocks interrupt your thought process. Of course, you know who it is. You walk over to the door and open it to see Yoongi slouched in front of the door frame.
He stares at you for a moment, “you’re wearing my shirt.”
“It still smells like coffee,” you respond.
A small smile spreads on both of your faces. ‘I didn’t lose him,’ you think to yourself. A small sensation of joy spreads through your body. You open the door wider for him to walk in.
“I’m sorry,” he gently grabs your hand.
“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made you feel bad for working hard. You should be following your dreams. I shouldn’t be holding you back.”
The both of you sit beside each other on the couch. Yoongi pulls you into his chest, “You’re not holding me back. I wasn’t listening to you before, and that was so wrong of me. You’re right though I could be making more time for you, and I promise I’ll do better (Y/N).”
“I promise too,” you smile.
His eyes light up and his shy smile comes back. He’s happy again which makes you even happier. “God, you’re watching this movie? I must have really messed up,” he chuckles.
His face gets serious again, “and I’m sorry for leaving without making things right. I know you don’t believe in leaving or even going to sleep angry.”
“It’s okay,” you reassure him, “we made things right anyway.”
“It’s funny, I was walking around, and I was about to just get on the plane tonight. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how you must have been feeling. That’s when I realized, I think I’m falling in love with you,” Yoongi confesses, “no, I am falling in love with you.”
“I am too.” Before the words even left your mouth he saw your smile, and knew the answer right away, He planted kisses all over your face, and all you could do was laugh at how happy the man sitting before you was.
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