Rêveur "Wistful"
▪ Genre: Angst
▪ Pairing: Min Yoongi x (f)Reader
▪ Rating: PG
▪ Warning(s): Unrequited love, Exes, Breakup
▪ Word count: 936
▪ Inspiration: “13430”; ‘In contrast to my heart that feels like it’s about to explode, at this moment, the temperature is -248 degrees’
▪ A/N: This was created for the @minthlynet ’s Lyrical Healing collaboration
Also a BIG thank you to @mindays for looking this over on such short notice. You are a gem. I can’t thank you enough!!!💗😭
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The air, crisped and slightly damp blew gently on the street. Yoongi’s feet crunched under the brittle leaves noting the reds and oranges. Sniffing the air, a small smile appeared. Autumn had arrived. Yoongi adjusted his wire frames before tightening his hold around the portfolio folder. He sighed as the people around him walked on.
Three years on being overseas, and he still couldn’t get used to it all. The language barrier alone kept him isolated, but also getting around the city always seemed like a chore. If there was one thing he hated, it was getting lost. He walked this route almost every day to get to the conservatory and still managed to get turned around. He huffed in frustration, looking around. It shouldn’t have been that hard: three blocks down from his apartment, turn right, walk one block, wait at the bus stop.
Furrowing his brow, he glanced at the street sign. Swiping his dark brown bangs off his face, he scrunched at the words. Grumbling, he looked around.
Maybe I should have taken those English lessons seriously.
He noticed a passerby standing near the corner and jogged over to them. She looked so engrossed in her phone that he worried about spooking her. With some hesitation, he reached out and tapped her shoulder. As she spun around, hair whipping, he caught a whiff of her perfume. The intoxicating combination of gardenias and fresh berries swirled around him, wrapping him in an embrace.
Yoongi stepped back as he was hit with nostalgia instantly. Molten brown eyes stared into his as thick eyelashes fluttered open. Lips, pink from the chill, pouted from the interruption. She met his gaze as he stared dumbfounded back. Recognition crossed her face as a smile spread.
“Yoongi? Oh, my goodness! Hi!”
He stuttered as his cheeks pinked. “Hey.”
She tucked her phone back into the pocket of her coat and stared back at him. Her fingers curling around her tresses to push back behind her ear. “How have you been? It’s been what two years–”
“Three, actually, and I’ve been well,” he corrected, brushing his hair off his face.
She nodded, “Right. Three years,” she bit her lip, looking around. “You look frazzled. Is everything alright?”
He chuckled quietly, casting his gaze to the ground. “Uh, yeah. I was looking for the bus stop. I have an appointment to get to.”
Her eyes lit up with curiosity. “Oh? Where?” She paused red creeping into her cheeks. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
Yoongi smiled, remembering how inquisitive she used to be. “No, it’s fine.” He switched the portfolio to the opposite hand. “I have an audition at Julliard.”
Her jaw dropped. “J-Juilliard?! As in The Juilliard School?”
His gummy smile widened as the shyness took over. “Yeah, that same one.”
She shook her head in disbelief. “Wow. Yoongi, that’s amazing. Let’s get you where you need to be. I’m going in the same direction.” She grabbed his hand and started walking across the street.
Yoongi, flabbergasted, let her pull him across the street. Once they reached the other side, she dropped his hand, shoving hers deep in her pockets.
“Your hands were always so cold,” she commented.
He chuckled nervously as they walked on. But you never minded it. A dull ache formed in his chest as he stood next to her, she really hadn’t changed. It was almost like yesterday. They had been happy as if nothing else in the world mattered but the two of them until it all came crashing down.
“I can’t love you the way you want me to.”
Yoongi realized she stopped talking and was staring at him. He blinked a few times in confusion. “I-I’m sorry. Did you say something?”
She giggled, shaking her head. “Still the same Yoongs, head up in the clouds.” She pointed up to the sign near the corner of the street. “There’s your bus stop.”
His eyes lit up with excitement. “Thank you! Ah, I don’t know what I would have done if I couldn’t find it.”
Without thinking, he wrapped her in his arms, squeezing her gently. She gave a nervous chuckle and patted his back. “Yoongi, I–”
“Babe!”
Yoongi froze as he looked over her head to see a man jogging towards them. He released her stepping back awkwardly. A look of regret passed as quickly as it came before she lit up in front of the man.
“Hey, sweetie.”
The man kissed the top of her head, wrapping his arm around her waist. He glanced at Yoongi curiously. “Who’s this?”
She giggled, poking his side. “This is Min Yoongi, a friend from long ago.”
Yoongi winced inwardly as he felt the pang in his chest. A friend? That was what he’d been reduced to? Feigning a smile, he looked at them. “Yeah, we knew each other back in Seoul. Close friends. Nice to meet you.”
The man gave a nod of acknowledgment, returning his attention to her.
Just as the silence became unbearable, Yoongi glanced at his watch. “My bus should be here at any moment.”
She gave him a pout. “You sure? We can give you a ride. Right, sweetie?”
Yoongi shook his head. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the bus approaching. “That’s not necessary. Thank you. It was great catching up.”
I miss you.
He turned, looking at them just as the bus stopped and the doors slid open. She looked as if she wanted to say something, but thought better of it. Instead, she gave him a tiny wave. He exhaled, holding his folder close just as the doors shut. Taking a seat, his heart clenched just as he watched her kiss her boyfriend, holding him close.
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