yoongi, who longed every day for the chance to run into you at work just to see you. even if you didn’t talk, just being in your presence or catching a glimpse of you from afar was enough for him.
he liked the way your shoulders relaxed when you were finally off duty, how you always seemed to carry too much in your hands but still managed to smile at whoever passed by. you never noticed it, but you had a habit of humming under your breath when you were focused. he did.
yoongi, who, whenever you were in the same room, couldn’t stop his eyes from constantly seeking you out—just to make sure you were comfortable, that you were okay, or simply to watch you.
yoongi, who always sat at the edge of the room in meetings, but found himself adjusting his seat if it meant a better view of you—never obvious, never too close.
just enough.
just within reach of your presence.
yoongi, who struggled to express himself with words, but whose quiet “how’ve you been?” always held more weight when it was directed at you.
because he meant it.
yoongi, who felt completely satisfied for the rest of the day just from seeing you smile at him, who carried a faint smile on his lips every time he remembered the warmth in your eyes as they met his, the small tilt of your head as you wished him a good day.
yoongi, who started keeping mental notes about the things you liked. the way you took your coffee, the songs you hummed while scrolling through reports,
how you always seemed to stretch your legs the exact same way before a mission, like muscle memory.
yoongi, who once overheard you say you didn’t like surprises, and made sure everything he did around you was soft and gradual. no sudden bursts, no unexpected gestures.
just quiet consistency.
dependability.
yoongi, who started noticing how your voice softened when you talked to him—
how you tilted your head, how your smile lingered just a bit longer.
he’d replay those little things in his mind, sometimes wondering if he was imagining it. but then he’d see you again, and it would all flood back in.
yoongi, who felt completely satisfied for the rest of the day just from seeing you smile at him. he’d carry that smile with him like a secret tucked in his pocket— pulling it out during long nights in the studio, during lonely missions, during moments when the world felt too cold.
yoongi, who didn’t believe in love at first sight, but who realized that with you, it wasn’t a crash—it was a slow, inevitable unraveling.
a warmth that crept in gently, until one day he couldn’t remember what life felt like before it.
yoongi, who got defensive when hoseok approached him, asking about his feelings for you—because he had noticed it too. the way tension seemed to spark whenever you were in the same space, the lingering glances exchanged between you two, subtle but impossible to ignore. Hoseok was both his friend and yours, and he saw right through it.
“it’s kind of obvious, you know.”
“what is?”
“that you like her.”
“i don’t.”
“yoongi.”
“...shut up.”
yoongi, who denied any possibility that he was in love with you. how could he be? you had never even spent time alone together. maybe he was just drawn to you—you, who were kind to everyone, no matter if you had known them for years or only just met. you, who always offered to help those who needed it. you, who treated everyone with the same respect. you, who noticed the little details that others overlooked. you, who, despite your shyness, always did your best to keep things flowing smoothly. you, who always brought coffee for whoever you were working with first thing in the morning.
yoongi, who stayed up late one night, staring at the lemon cookies you left on his desk. you didn’t say a word, just placed them there with your usual coffee run.
but he knew.
he remembered mentioning it days ago.
and now here it was—your small, thoughtful act, turning an ordinary day into something light, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.
yoongi, who went home early that night, only to lie awake for hours, unable to stop thinking about the possibility that what he felt for you was real. could he actually be in love?
yoongi, who tried to rationalize it.
how could he be in love? you’d never even been alone together.
you were just... kind. but that kindness was different with him.
or maybe he just wanted it to be.
either way, it clung to him.
yoongi, who was staring at the ceiling, unable to breathe properly.
because every moment with you was playing like a film in his head.
your laugh.
your voice.
your softness.
the way you always looked back over your shoulder when you walked away.
and it was like his heart clicked into place.
yoongi, who got up and went to the studio, thinking maybe music would settle him.
but every melody led to you.
soft piano chords turned into the way your voice sounded when you said his name.
beats matched the rhythm of your footsteps down the hall.
lyrics formed from things he wished he could say.
yoongi, who felt a wave of panic crash over him the moment the truth finally sank in.
"shit, I'm in love."
yoongi, who called his therapist the next morning almost embarrassed. almost.
but needing someone to say it was okay. that he wasn’t losing control. needing to hear her confirm what he already knew—so he could finally allow himself to feel it, fully and without hesitation.
“it’s okay to be in love, yoongi.
it’s okay to feel love. even if it’s terrifying.”
yoongi, who spent the entire week building courage like a man sharpening a blade.
he thought about backing out every day.
but then he’d see you.
you, with your coffee and your tired smile and your hopeful eyes.
yoongi, who approached you on friday, half an hour before your shift ended,
heart thudding so hard it echoed in his ears.
you turned, surprised but happy.
"hey, you need something?"
he nodded slowly, almost amused with himself, almost shy.
"yeah... i was wondering..."
a pause.
a breath.
"would you like to go get a coffee with me?"
you blinked.
and then—
you smiled.
that same smile that had been haunting his songs,
steadying his heartbeat,
reminding him what it felt like to want something just for himself.
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