as i already told you, after berries i want to start working on a yoongi series! and today, i really felt that craving to start cooking up something. i had zero ideas, but if it wasn’t for my miffy @tkslovechild, i wouldn’t be writing this post at all.
these are the vibes for the series i’m working on rn and i’m screaming.
let me tell you that this time around EVERYTHING will be different. the style, the issues, concepts. it won’t be like anything i’ve ever written, but you can look forward to some of the characters i’ve already written about in my work appearing there. 😊 just to cause some drama, lovingly.
no evil!jungkook no more. only the soft, sweet, bunny kookie we know him to be.
i’m absolutely ecstatic about this series. fuck.
expect idol!yoongi in a certain timeframe that i won’t necessarily follow exactly, but that will be the bones of the series. that is actually a warning! 😭 i want to be creative in this series and following true events would kinda stifle my creative juices.
it will be full of yearning and intimate love. and i’ll try to make yoongi as soft as i can, despite the rough façade i want him to have.
->Warnings/tags: SFW, some angst, loneliness, I can't really think of any others.
It had been too long. They all felt that, they all said that. But now, as he sat in his room in the wee hours of the morning Yoongi felt it deeper in his bones. Two years had been too long without performing in front of a live audience. He’d forgotten what came after the performance.
It wasn’t until he was left alone that he remembered how loneliness felt like emptiness. It was different from when Yoongi chose to be alone, because when it’s his decision to leave others, to be isolated, not to participate, that was in his control. This though, this was being left. He had watched from back stage as people walked away from them, from him. He watched as the people that had just been cheering, screaming, and singing along with him collected their things, packed up their memories and photographs, and walked away.
The stadium still held the echo of “forever” and the promise seemed to be thrown in his face.
It had been long enough that he’d forgotten the rush of performing in front of sixty-thousand people; and that meant that it had also been long enough that he had forgotten how quickly a crowd of sixty-thousand can turn into one. Just him, alone, in his hotel room.
He’d forgotten that he would have to prepare for the fact that no matter how many hours these people waited in line, no matter how far they’d come, and how much money they’d spent, in the end it was for a finite experience.
A two and a half hour dream.
That what concerts were. If it weren’t for those droves then posting their videos, photos, and newfound friendships on various social media platforms then he would have been able to convince himself that none of it actually happened. Well, that and for the ache in his muscles.
Yoongi stared again at the keyboard in front of him. The drive to work, to create, pushing him even now. All that came across his mind though were questions of “did I do enough?” And “were they really happy?”
“Hyung?”
Yoongi turned toward the door in time to hear a timid knock once again. He looked again at the keyboard, then at the glass of whisky next to it, before getting up to open the door for his friend.
Taehyung was standing on the other side, his oversized clothes and barely blow-dried hair making him look younger than he was.
“Taehyung-ah, you’re not sleeping?” Yoongi asked.
“No, I can’t sleep. Hyung. I forgot how it feels to be alone again.” Tae’s eyes barely were able to meet his hyung’s. “We’ll get to do it again though. Right?”
Yoongi didn’t say anything, only opened the door wider so that neither of them would be alone for the time being.
The others eventually joined them, as if some sort of bat signal had been seen and they knew where to go. So they talked, they relived the memories of the night, if only to reassure themselves that it was real, that it did happen. They talked about doing it again, they were excited as they began to plan what they could do differently, better. About how to make it last longer.
And as they talked Yoongi did his best to remind himself that no one can have that forever, the screaming crowds and cheering fans. That only last as long as the concert. It doesn’t last forever. And they'd all be okay when it ends. It would just take some time.
Excuse me?!! Who gave you permission to break my heart like that???! You already gave us one awesome chapter today and you hit us with another right when I finish the latest chapter?? So good!!! My poor yoongles! I want to hug him😭
yessss the interim chapters (that show idol!Yoongi) are going to be quite sad :( He is so heartbroken, all he wanted was to be with his lover peacefully
Summary: When a prestigious music festival is held at Seoul Academy of Music and Performing Arts, Y/N, who sees the world with her music rather than her eyes, comes across Yoongi, a musician, who makes her see the world in a beautiful light all over again.
A/N: Please keep in mind that this is just an AU and it is not my intention to romanticize visual impairment.
Disclaimer: This story is an AU fanfiction that I have created using the names of the members of BTS. I do not claim any ownership over the members of BTS. The plot and the personalities of the characters are entirely my own.
Do not plagiarize my work and do not repost.
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“Seoul Academy of Music and Performing Arts” The entire university was covered with the banner everywhere that day, considering that a big event was set to happen in a few hours. People rushed here and there, making last minute arrangements, just trying to make the event that took most of three months to organise, even more perfect.
Most of them were back-stage, putting on their costumes, getting in line for the make-up artists, adjusting their microphones, stringing notes together on their instruments, warming up voices and just trying to bring together the evening.
Y/N sat in her studio as usual, a small smile on her lips as she smoothed her fingers over the keys of the piano. The first note she pressed was always experimental, a test to map out the other keys, but the last time she pressed the wrong key was a good five years ago.
Back when she was just an under-graduate, she had carefully sketched the piano setting in her mind along with the seat and never since had she made a mistake. The reason why she still liked to call it a test was because she liked to be satisfied every time it was right.
She had already been fitted into her dress, and as people always told her, she looked stunning in white. Which is why her make-up artist had dressed her in a white flowing gown which felt wonderfully soft against her skin. She guessed her hair was bunched together in curls while the ends of them tickled her neck.
She heard the footsteps rushing to her room, and the door swung open. “Y/N, the team needs you, they’re freaking out right now.” L panicked and she was up and walking towards his voice the second he finished. When she extended her hand in front of her, she felt the familiar hold of his hand, the way his fingers first held her hand and then moved to his side so she could lock arms with him.
“You look stunning as always.” L said, leading her to where she assumed her students were waiting. When the chatter of people became louder, she stepped into the familiar hall and everyone fell silent for a moment. And again, the room burst with voices, Y/N catching complaints about how they were nervous, about probably messing up things, embarrassing themselves in front of world famous artists and what not.
“Everyone, relax. Today is going to be wonderful. And you know why?” She paused, sensing the silence build with a sort of curiosity. “Because all of you are going to be amazing. And obviously because you’re all my students and I will be leading you out there.” She smiled, knowing she broke the tension in the room, laughter ringing through the hall.
“Think of this as any other day of practise. The only difference is that we’re well dressed.” She said, and more laughter echoed.
“There. All better now.” She turned to L, breathing in his citrus-y, but also sweet perfume. It was all too familiar, and Y/N had become used to it now, reveling in the comfort of someone she cherished.
“Just in time. The show’s about to start now.” L muttered, walking forwards and she followed his lead.
“We’re looking out at the audience, aren’t we?” she questioned, her head tilted to his side as they came to a halt. She could feel a light breeze swift towards her and the chatter of people echoing in a room bigger than the one she was previously in, was unmistakable to place.
“Make me see.”
“You do remember our auditorium, don’t you?” L asked, and she nodded. “The seats are covered in deep maroon; a white bow has been tied around the middle. The first five rows are for the guests however, and have been replaced by really grand couches, you know those royal looking ones with plush cushions and all. They’re maroon too. No one is seated yet, or they’re too excited to stick to one place. Most of the crowd is wearing pastel colours. But it’s not really getting along with all the maroon.” L chuckled and Y/N followed. Whenever she’d ask him to make her see, he would tell her everything he thought of the place, and not what there actually was. But there was a certain joy in it that made her ask over and over again.
While in the midst of it, the show had started, soft velvet tones belonging to the hosts grew louder, the crowd quietening and directing their attention to the stage. She paid no mind to what they were saying, simply listening to L explain the scene to her.
She listened patiently while he told her about the lights, the kind of guests they had, what they looked like (Y/N snorted at a description that weirdly matched that of Charlie Chaplin in her mind), “And basically some of them look like frogs in tutus.” L finished, and Y/N applauded.
“Down to every detail, huh. You forgot one though. They still have those god-awful lotuses, beside the lights, don’t they?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Wait, you’re right! Those are still there!” L chuckled.
And so, the event dragged on, bringing them closer to the part Y/N was most looking forward to. She did love being on stage.
As she hustled off to get back to her crew, she brushed off the small hit of someone bumping into her shoulder. The heady musk that she’d bumped into had run off before she could turn around and apologise. She did hear something tear, but L had told her very confidently that she looked gorgeous as always.
-
“Crap.” Yoongi muttered, settling down on the soft maroon cushion. His pocket square was out of its designated pocket, now lying in his hand, the smooth silk crumpled and torn down the middle.
“Something wrong?” Jin tapped him on the shoulder and Yoongi simply dangled his torn pocket square in front of him and laughed.
“Good job. You’re turning more into Namjoon with each day.” Jin laughed and Yoongi shook his head, turning back to the stage, where the curtains where closed, and he remembered that there would be an orchestra next. He hadn’t wanted to miss it, which is why he’d rushed from the washroom, but the stage preparation was going to go on a little longer.
He fussed over his pocket square for a while, rearranging it so the torn part was out of view. He was somehow satisfied with his shabby job and proceeded to stuff himself with the snacks that the maknae line had hoarded and piled onto their table.
After a few minutes, the theme music played again, the deep red curtains drawing out to reveal a more sophisticated setting, a crew of people dressed in black seated in semi circles gravitating to the center, to the one person standing in the middle dressed in brilliant white. The conductor.
Yoongi’s lips parted a little, for he knew her, he’d bumped into her on his way back and he couldn’t believe he’d been so blind to her beauty even when he’d had the chance to see her up close. Now she stood a distance from him on the stage, on a raised platform, a bright smile and a baton held loosely in her grip. With a bow she turned around, raised her hands and lead the crew into symphony.
He never allowed his gaze to shift from her, somehow he couldn’t. He could imagine her eyes closed, and though he knew nothing about her, he knew that she was enjoying the music, savouring every melody the instruments created. After a long time which also felt like the shortest, the music came to an end, and she turned around and bowed again, an ear splitting grin on her face while great cheers went up in the museum. Yoongi jolted out of a trance and clapped along, and watched in amusement as she held up her hands and clapped for her crew. He could tell she was proud of them.
When the curtains closed, Yoongi put much effort into not jumping up in his seat to catch another look. He did wiggle around a little though.
And when the curtains opened again, Yoongi wanted to jump out of his seat. She was back again, the stage empty except for her sole form in the middle. The blue lights gave her a mystic glow, like her skin was basking in the moonlight. As though her presence alone wasn’t enough, a chocolate brown violin was perched on her collarbone, her chin gently placed at the base and her left hand supporting the handle. A bow replaced the baton, held in her right hand and Yoongi watched it shift to hover over the strings.
A silver brooch glinted from in between, fixed onto her dress. Yoongi couldn’t comprehend when the music began, the only thing on his mind being that the notes weren’t just being played on the instrument, her entire form moved along gracefully as though she was a part of the bow and strings. Her eyes remained closed throughout, but the soft smile on her face was irresistible. She was enjoying it, not really caring about what the audience thought of her.
“Her name’s Y/N by the way.” Taehyung muttered to him after the performance ended, sadly for Yoongi who felt like he could’ve listened to her for hours together.
“What? How do you know that? And, so?” He stuttered, hoping he wasn’t that obvious.
“It’s on the poster over there, all the performers and their names. Don’t worry hyung, I won’t tell anyone you were making googly eyes at her.” Taehyung winked ducking away as Yoongi slapped his shoulder.
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Standing backstage, there was only one person he had been looking for, and he’d found her walking around with a guy at her side. Conversing with people and sharing light smiles. Eventually she’d come to their corner too and Yoongi tried his best to look his best.
“What, give that back.” Taehyung complained when Yoongi had swapped their pocket squares, giving the younger one a silent glare.
When she came closer, the guy at her side tugged her to face them, smiling graciously and bowing. “This is BTS. They’re the biggest Kpop band there is.” he praised and Yoongi felt something flip in his stomach when she smiled too.
“Of course, it’s an honour to meet you all, I’m Y/N and this is L.” she exclaimed, and despite her smile, she never met their eyes. And when she extended a hand in front of her, not really directed towards any one in particular, realisation dawned on all of them. L had noticed it too, but this was something he’d seen way too many times, so he chose to stay quiet.
Namjoon was the first to take her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Y/N, your performance on stage was beautiful.” And it was followed by a series of agreement from the other members as she shook their hands.
When she reached Yoongi, her brows furrowed ever so lightly before smoothing again. “You left so fast, I didn’t get a chance to apologise. It was my brooch and I assume it was your pocket square?” she asked and Yoongi’s jaw dropped in astonishment.
“Yes.” He stuttered, hands lightly gripping hers and letting go immediately, for a moment he had a ridiculous thought that she could read minds from a simple touch. So quickly, she had unpinned her brooch and pinned it onto his pocket, smoothing it once and giving it a light pat.
“I hope that makes up for the loss.” she smiled and looked up into his eyes and it was hard to believe that she was so graceful and precise with who she talked to and where she looked.
“Yes, it’s beautiful, thank you.” Yoongi smiled, while he looked down at his pocket.
“Yes, Yoongi hyung enjoyed your performance quite a lot. He plays the piano actually.” Taehyung butt in and Yoongi blushed a beet red, while he noticed L watching him curiously. Somehow he had a feeling that everything that happened here, would be told to Y/N in detail later on.
“Really?! I play the piano too!” Y/N exclaimed and Yoongi was amazed yet again.
And soon his band mates were leaving for food and he was left conversing with Y/N and L.
“Y/N, I’ll just be a moment, will get some food for you.” L said, letting go of Y/N’s arm and placing it on Yoongi’s who immediately straightened up.
Unlike what he had expected, she was quite comfortable holding on to his arm. She smiled coolly and asked him about his favourite things to play, but on the other side, Yoongi hoped the quiver in his voice and the shake of his hands would go unnoticed by her.
“I would love to hear you play.” Y/N declared, her hand tightening on his arm adding to her enthusiasm.
“Of course, I would love to play for you.” He chuckled and she gave him a grin.
“You should come to my studio sometime, we can play together.” She suggested and Yoongi’s brows shot up in surprise.
“I would be thrilled. I can’t wait.”
-
“Hey!” L greeted, taking a seat next to her in the music hall. She waved in his direction brightly, slowly setting the violin perched her shoulder into its black wooden case with utmost care.
“You bought another one?” he asked in disbelief and Y/N laughed. “I wore down the other one. I bet the neighbours weren’t very pleased. ” she giggled reliving her nights spent in her room, playing with notes and strings and melodies.
“Seeing as your estate goes on for miles, I don’t think you’d have a pissed-off-neighbour issue really.” L clicked his tongue. Y/N waved it off.
“Also, there’s this guy looking for you.” L said, catching Y/N’s attention. “We met him on the night of the festival, he’s a member of BTS, Min Yoongi.”
Y/N pondered over that thought. Yoongi had come looking for her?
“Are you sure he said my name? I mean there could be a lot of other Y/N’s in this university-” she started, but L cut her off.
“The only Y/N he knows being you. He’s waiting outside, I’ll be heading out and sending him in.” With that L had walked out of the room and there was a soft conversation at the door and then it closed.
“Hi. It’s nice to meet you again.” Y/N said out into the open air, hoping Yoongi would come closer so she could direct her words to the sound. And that he did, when she heard the scratch of a bamboo stool dragging across the floor. It stopped right in front of her and a thump later, she heard Yoongi, utter a soft, “Hi.”
“I hope I’m not disturbing anything.” he said and Y/N was shaking her head before he could finish the sentence.
“Of course not. I just finished my class and I’m actually free for the rest of the day. You have nothing to worry about.” she smiled, smoothing her fingers over her violin case.
“If so, would you be okay with spending the rest of your evening with me?” Yoongi asked and Y/N bit her lip.
She would love to. In fact, she would’ve said yes even if she’d been packed with classes. She knew she would have said yes the moment she heard Yoongi had come looking for her. Trying to hide just how excited she was, her next words were to see if he also felt the same.
“What’re you trying to do, Min Yoongi?” she whispered and for a moment she wanted to look at his face. Was he taken aback at her question? Was he just being friendly? Or did his face have a smile, maybe even a little shy like her? Or was he one of the flirty ones, just trying to get to her? A million questions, but she stayed quiet.
“I’m trying to court you. Uh, I know it’s too early, but.” Yoongi said and paused. “I mean, I’m not really good with words and all, but all I’m saying is that I’d like to get to know you more and possibly, hopefully even be more.”
Y/N giggled. “I don’t know about the others, but to me it seemed like you were pretty good with your words. And yes, I would love to spend the rest of my evening with you.”
Y/N had realised that Yoongi had really meant it when he’d said that he’d wanted to spend time with her. Because even an hour later, they were still in her studio curled up on a couch and talking. When she’d asked him if he wanted to go somewhere, he simply told her that wherever she was comfortable at, would do.
And true to his word, being in his presence was so calming and comfortable, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d talked that much. He told her so many instances from his life as an idol and she told her what being a music teacher was like.
When they were both hungry from talking too much, the conversation moved to an exchange of deep words over platters of delicious food. The car ride was a display of Yoongi’s favourites tunes and she was surprised at their similar tastes.
Over dinner, he told her all about the trouble they’d faced on the path to becoming what they were now. How he pursued music, what interested him, how he writes the lyrics to his songs, what inspires him to write them. Everything.
And she told him hers, how life was like, adjusting to a world where she was missing a key part that made it enjoyable. She’d struggled to find solace in the fact that this was her life now. One of her five senses missing. But somehow her loss of vision had heightened her other senses that she now relied on. She remembered people’s fragrances and perfumes, the sounds they made from behavioral ticks, their manner of speech and the tone of their voice.
Yoongi seemed so mesmerized with everything she said and it was evident when she’d heard him whisper “wow” more than a few times.
“If you don’t mind me asking,” Yoongi started hesitantly and she already knew what he was about to ask, “how’d you...” his voice faltered, possibly because her expression had dropped a little.
But she still managed to pull a soft smile. “I’ll tell you one day. When I’m ready.”
Because in that moment, Y/N had decided that she wanted Yoongi to be a part of her life. She wanted to spend more days with him, familiarize herself with everything about him, and know him like the back of her hand until shecould navigate her way to him with her eyes closed. Because that was what she was best at.
And she didn’t know until much later, that Yoongi had decided on the exact same thing about her too.
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Yoongi stood at the door, leaning on the frame and watching her play random notes on the piano. He wasn’t trying to be creepy; he’d just been passing by when he had come across her studio. He was completely denying the fact that his sole purpose of being there, was to see her. He’d asked every person he’d come across for her studio. She was dressed in cozy clothes that day, blue jeans with a pale pink sweater. Yoongi thought it made her look warm and approachable.
“Won’t you come in?” He heard her say, shocked for a moment that it was directed at him. He should’ve been used to it by now, seeing as she’d caught him that way too many times by now that he’d lost count.
With a smile, he shifted his weight to his feet and walked towards her waiting form.
“Sit.” She said as soon as he reached the black ebony duet bench. Her fingers were always positioned on the keys when she sat there, and he couldn’t help but wonder what was really going on through her mind. He’d noticed that she’d always press a B flat to start and he wanted to ask her if there was a story behind or if she did it out of remembrance. Either way, he wanted to know, just about everything about her.
He slowly slid down next to her, leaving a small space between them. “Hi.”
She smiled in response. “Play with me.”
Yoongi hesitated, but obliged nonetheless, hovering his hands over the keys. She started before him, playing a soothing melody that he’d never heard before. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to play, fearing that it wouldn’t match what Y/N had in mind. Just as he was about to withdraw, she answered the thoughts on his mind.
“Play what’s on your mind. Anything.”
And so, he did. Hitting notes where his fingers took him, and despite the reality that they both were making chaos, he somehow found peace in it. They played on and on, bumping hands into each other and laughing. They would laugh when they hit a note too shrill or their tangled fingers pressed too many keys by accident, and soft words were exchanged in between. They’d eventually looped hands around each other’s making all the keys accessible. They’d fallen into sync so beautifully, that Yoongi would skip notes he wanted to play because he knew Y/N would play them.
That’s all there was between them. Keys, notes and whispers.
Yoongi didn’t know how long they’d played for, the only sign being an evening sky outside the window, sore fingers from playing too much, and aching cheeks from smiling too much.
“That was so much fun! My hands hurt. We played a lot.” Y/N exclaimed beside him. Yoongi mustered all the courage he had in him and took her hand in his own. Without a word, he used his thumb to press down on the junction between her thumb and index finger. Like that he knead the skin on her hand, relieving pressure where he knew it hurt. At some point she’d brought her hands to his and returned the favour.
If Yoongi knew that his heart would be pounding, he’d never have come into the room. He wanted to let go of her hands because his heart might stop at what he was feeling, but if he did, his heart might stop at the loss of her touch.
When Y/N leaned into him and pressed her lips to his cheek, they felt cold and soft, and he knew that his cheeks had been red for a long time now. She definitely knew that now too.
“You’re blushing.” She said it out loud, also sounding like she doubted it. He blushed harder at that and she smiled when she heard him gulping. But she let him be, not saying anything else, just her head tilted towards him.
“What do you look like, I want to know. Make me see.” Y/N said after a while. He’d described so many things to her before but somehow when it came to him, he couldn’t really think of anything.
“I’m okay, I guess.” He mumbled. He wasn’t really a visual, if he had to say, nor was he the best dancer. So maybe he was, just, okay.
“By okay, you mean amazing?”
“Nah, just okay.” He muttered.
“Wait, you know what, I’ll see for myself.” Y/N said raising her hands and searching for his face. Yoongi held her hands and placed them on his cheeks, sighing at the warmth of her hands. Slowly, her fingers fluttered over the span of his features, lightly tracing his eyelids, the curve of his nose, the shape of his eyebrows, and the length of his jaw.
“With these features, you’ve got to be the handsomest man on Earth.” she stated, hands finally resting on his cheeks with his own palms shadowing them.
Before he could utter a word, she continued. “You’re beautiful, Min Yoongi. Here,” she cupped his cheek and then shifted a hand down to his chest, “and here.”
Yoongi couldn’t help it. Tangling their fingers together, he pulled Y/N closer, pressing his lips to hers firmly. Their bodies clashed together, moving their lips against each other and it was music playing all over again. Every touch of her waist, every press of her lips, and every sigh she let loose was symphony and he lost himself in getting more of it. Y/N tasted of sweet chocolate and Yoongi tasted like cherry lip balm, and they were both addicted.
His fingers fluttered over her collarbone and cupped her neck, as they broke apart panting. He pressed his nose into the crook of her neck and inhaled her fragrance, vanilla, lavender and cinnamon. He would never forget.
“Yoongi, I’m ready. Ready to tell you everything.” Y/N whispered bringing his face back up to meet hers. He let out a quiet sob and they dove back into each other. Yoongi curled a hand around her waist and in a second he’d hoisted her onto the piano, not paying attention to the random notes they’d hastily pressed on the keyboard.
They were an instrument when together, making music when they collided, and quiet and longing when apart. Naturally, the obvious choice would be to become one and complete their masterpiece. And even though the world couldn’t hear it, their music was the only thing that played in their minds all night long.
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Could you do a yoongi fic for me please? Some like random timestamp like 2:00am or something... Recently I've been obsessed with these. You could make it smut or fluff or both idc I'm just feeling like I need aman like yoongi right now.
I made you a super fluffy Yoongi, my love :)
[5: 48 am]
Yoongi rolled over in his sleep, his mind was stillsomewhere between a half-remembered dream and wakefulness. In that dream he hadbeen walking down a street, people looking directly in his face without being recognizedand he felt so free, but then as soonas he opened his eyes to the blurry lines of an early sunrise he realized itwas only just that; a dream. He sighed, his heart suddenly heavy with thethought and wishing he could go back to sleep and be anonymous once more. Thenhe caught the smell of a comforting scent he was all too familiar with. A swirlof jasmine and vanilla hit his nose and he was brought back to reality oncemore as he rolled over to see you sleeping next to him. You looked peaceful,more than likely dreaming yourself because he could see your eyes moving; yourhand rested next to your face with your hair fanned out behind you as if youhad just turned over. He watched as you breathed steadily, settling his face ontop of his hand so that he could watch you. Different expressions passed acrossyour face as you continued to sleep and he wondered what it was that you weredreaming about. Surely for you it wasn’t anonymity or the scary reality thatyou’d be recognized. He had kept you close and under wraps; making sure that noone found out who you were. The only people who knew you existed in his lifewere the rest of the group and management and as far as Yoongi was concerned,that was all that mattered. He was fiercely protective, he knew that, andsometimes it aggravated you but everything he did was because he was so in love with you. You had almost beenspotted with him once and the sheerpanic that ripped through his chest almost caused him to double over, but youwere never seen. After that day he swore he would do everything in his power tokeep you away from prying eyes.
When you weren’t at your own home you were staying withYoongi at his private apartment whenever he was available to stay. He had triedhis hardest to get you to live there full time but you had insisted that youwere fully capable of having your own place. He loved your tenacity because itmatched his own. The world saw him as this tough artist who knew what he wantedand didn’t give a shit, but also had a softer side to him but with you he feltlike himself. To you he wasn’t Suga or Agust D, he was just…Yoongi.
Yoongi thought back to the day he had met you a year and ahalf ago. With an iced Americano on his mind, desperately trying to stay awaketo finish a song he was producing, he had wandered down to a coffee shop thatwas open late into the night. He had stepped up to the counter, the usualbarista recognizing him immediately and started his coffee right away. Hestuffed his hands into his hoodie as he waited, rocking on his feet while hisgaze swept across the small coffee shop. His eyes landed on you tucked away ina corner, headphones on, laptop open, and several papers spread out around you.You weren’t particularly the most interestingperson he had ever seen, but you had some type of magnetism that drew him in.Once he had his drink he was almost out of the door, he really was, his handwas on it and he was pushing when the tight feeling in his chest told him heshould turn around and go back before he regretted it. He bit his lip, set hisshoulders, and walked over to your table. You didn’t see him for a few seconds,but when you looked up you jumped in surprise as you pulled your headphonesoff.
“I’m sorry,” you said in a rush. Yoongi’s heart fluttered atthe sound of your voice and he was sure he had never heard a more delicate,beautiful sound in his life. “Can I help you?”
You were looking at him inquisitively, but no recognitioncrossed your eyes. He didn’t think this far ahead, so he looked down at thepapers spread out around you.
“School?” he had asked. Wow, what an icebreaker, Yoongi.
You glanced down at the mess and sighed heavily beforelaughing.
“Yea, it’s kicking my ass right now. You in university aswell?” You gestured towards the coffee in his hand.
“Uh,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Not exactly.”
“Oh, you must have a job where you work late then.”
“You could say that. Mind if I sit?”
You shrugged as you began pulling some of the papers towardsyou. “Knock yourself out.”
Yoongi soon fell into easy conversation with you; actually,the best conversation he had had in a while. You had finally gotten curious asto why he was out so late and confessed who he was with blushing cheeks anddownturned eyes. You had admitted you were aware of BTS, but hadn’t had muchtime to get too invested in much because of school and then had the audacity toapologize for not recognizing him. Hehad assured you that it was more than okay.
Much to his surprise you had agreed to see him again at thesame café the next week. Weekly café visits soon because twice a week and thenhe was asking you out to dinner and before he knew it he was falling head overheels for you. At first, he was scared to bring you around the boys, but theday you stepped foot into the dorms and connected so effortlessly with them heknew you were something special. You could make them laugh, you treated themlike normal human beings, and at theend of the night you wrapped your arms around him as you kissed his cheek. Hehad just thought his life was complete up until that point. With his arms stillwrapped around you he kissed you for the very first time in the hallway whilein another room his family of six excitedly talked and laughed amongst oneanother. He had felt whole for thefirst time in his life.
Now, here you were, laid out next to him still here afterall of this time. You had realized early on just how hectic his life was, butyou took it all in stride and your smile never faltered.
“How can you be so happy about this all of the time?” he hadasked you one day. He was going over his schedule with you; the inevitabledread of not seeing you for some time settling deep in his stomach.
“Are you happy,Yoongi?” Your eyes were bright as you asked him the question.
“Of course I am.”
“Then I’m happy. I know I’ll get to see you. This,” you hadsaid pointing to the schedule, “isn’t forever, nor does it define ourrelationship.”
Yoongi didn’t cry and when he did it sure as hell wasn’t infront of anyone, but that day you were there when he broke down.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve this, to deserve you,” he cried as he clung tightly toyou.
“Oh, baby,” you whispered, “you deserve the world.”
You moaned lightly in your sleep and shifted your positionjust the slightest bit. Yoongi brought his hand up and let his fingertips brushfrom your temple and down your cheek. Your nose scrunched at the light feeling,but you didn’t wake.
Now, Yoongi was glad that he had woken up. His dream of notbeing recognized was forgotten because not being recognized was what got himhere, in this moment, with you.
“I love you,” he whispered. His words floated in the spacesomewhere in your dream and his reality. “I promise to keep you safe, I’ll keepyou close, and nothing will ever hurtyou.”
He reached out and grabbed your hand softly and brought itto his lips, placing a kiss to your fingertips before laying it next to him andletting his eyes drift shut once more.
