request: just an angst where me n yoongi once married nut separating due too young at age and immature. one say we met again and there's the love blossoming again. happy ending if possible. thanks~
author’s note: I really enjoyed writing this, once I got into the flow but I’m not sure whether you guys will love it as much. Also, just a note, italics in block-quotes (such as the second line) are flashbacks/memories? I hope you enjoy it. Also, you can send in your requests~ and please give this scenario lots of love :)
Those memories replayed in your mind as you felt tears forming in your eyes.
“Do you, Y/N, accept Min Yoongi as your lawfully wedded husband?”
His yelling resonated in the room, bouncing off the walls, piercing your ears.
His voice grew louder and louder and by now, you were trembling.
“I don’t care! I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care! I don’t care, Y/N! I don’t care that you had to see your friend! I don’t care that you were stuck in traffic! I don’t care anymore, Y/N! I just cared because I thought you’d come. I thought you knew that it meant something to me, but now, you know what Y/N? Now, I don’t care anymore!”
You gulped, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. You were physically trembling.
“Stop! Please! STOP CRYING! You can’t pin this one on me, Y/N! This was all you!”
You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, collected your courage and prepared yourself to speak.
“Yoongi-ah… I didn’t mean for it to happen. I was almost there but something came up…”
“WHAT CAME UP, Y/N? What seemed more important to you than attending the one thing your husband asked you to attend? I never ask you for anything, Y/N, and you know why that is? Because I’m used to not expecting things from people. People break your hearts and let down your expectations. Because relationships are never equal! But you know what, Y/N, I thought that changed when I met you. I thought that maybe I could open up, start trusting you, that maybe you did truly love me…”
“Yoongi, I do truly love you.”
“NO YOU DON’T Y/N! You can’t say that you love and show me otherwise! You clearly don’t love me! What came up that you couldn’t attend, huh? Someone die? Someone put a gun to your head, huh? What’s your excuse for letting me down?”
You gulped and let the silence embrace you as you trembled with tears.
“That’s it?! That’s all you got? You can’t even find a decent excuse for letting me down? This is why, Y/N, this is why I don’t trust people. I was a fool. I was a fool to think that you loved me, and even more of a fool to have expected from you. I’m sorry, it was my mistake, I’ll never do it again”
“Yoongi… just listen to me,” you whispered, cautiously approaching him.
“Don’t! Don’t Y/N! You can’t come hug me and expect it all to be okay! You know what, don’t even come near me! I don’t want to see you again!”
Your eyes opened with shock and you immediately looked up at him, the barricade of tears falling down your cheeks.
“You don’t mean that, Yoongi, do you?” you braved.
His back was turned towards to you as he let the silence answer for him.
You crept towards your room, letting the reality of the situation sink in to the both of you. Maybe he’ll realise what he said later, you thought. Maybe he’ll realise that he doesn’t mean all of it. Maybe when he sees my things packed, me leaving, he’ll stop me, you hoped. Tears continued to stream down your face as you let the anguish embrace you. You neatly folded your clothes into the suitcase, letting the memories distract you from the reality.
Your bags were packed, and your face dried with tears. As you made your way towards the door, you saw Yoongi sitting lifelessly on the sofa.
“Yoongi-ah,” you mumbled.
He didn’t respond but his back straightened.
“Yoongi, I’m going now,” you spoke, in hopes of him realising what he’d asked you to do. You were buying time.
“Yoongi… I just want you to know that I really do love you. I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”
With that, you opened the door and left Yoongi, your husband and the life of your dreams.
You weren’t really sure where you’d planned on going but without any thought, you drove to your parents’ house. At a time like this, you could only expect love from them.
“hey, what’s the deal with you and yoongi hyung” Jungkook texted you a couple of days later.
“hi Jungkook! I’m really glad you asked about how I was. I really appreciate it -.-” you replied immediately. You were boiling with anger, not at Jungkook, he was just a very dear younger brother to you, but at the fact that Yoongi must have told him some twisted lie and manipulated the situation somehow to make you seem like the horrid one. Well, what happened was horrid, but it was just an awful misunderstanding and you just hadn’t had the opportunity to explain yourself. However, if you did have the opportunity, would you? Would you confess the truth?
JK: “sorry noona, how are you? and when you’ve got time, what is the deal between you and yoongi hyung? what happened?”
Y/N: “hmmm i dunno… what’d he tell you?”
JK: “not much, he just gets really furious when we mention your name and won’t tell us what happened. you know how he is”
Y/N: “well yeah, i get why he’d be angry. he kinda doesn’t want to see me again”
As you read the final text, you felt the scab peeling away and the wound exposing itself, causing you the same pain. You sniffed away your oncoming tears and turned your phone down, not wanting to relive the same anguish you’d suffered the previous few days.
“Hmmm,” Taehyung said mindlessly, focusing on the video game.
“Hyung, this is important, it’s about Y/N!” Jungkook demanded.
Taehyung paused his game and immediately turned his attention to Jungkook.
“Yoongi hyung said he doesn’t want to see her again but she didn’t tell me why.”
"What? That makes no sense? Why would he ever say something like that?"
"Well I'm not sure but they must have fought about something... I mean, like I said, she didn't tell me more..."
“We should go see her, Jungkook, she probably feels really lonely.”
“Taehyung! What are you doing here?” you asked as you peered through the ajar door, a sense of delight and anxiety in your voice. You knew why they were here, they knew you knew why they were here. Just as you finished speaking, you saw Jungkook’s head peer at you from the back.
“Noona! I’m here too” he said as he held up paper bags, “and I’ve bought food for us!”
As you all settled down in your parent’s kitchen, opening the boxes of food and setting the plates, the constant irrelevant chatter from Taehyung and Jungkook distracted your mind, allowing it to wander away from Yoongi for a while.
You enjoyed the mindless conversation with the boys but as soon as lunch was over, you felt the anxiety creep in again. The thoughts “when are they going to ask? Now? When?" kept incessantly knocking at the back of your mind. You smiled plainly, attempting to hide the unease.
"Y/N. You don't have to do that with us," Taehyung commented.
"Do what?" you asked, feigning confusion.
"That! Pretending that things are okay. You can tell us. We're friends, aren't we?"
"Yeah Noona, you can share what's worrying you with us, we just mean well," Jungkook added.
You smiled up at the boys, your eyes becoming watery with the memories once again. You knew you could tell them anything. You'd known Taehyung since you were both children, you grew up together. He was the closest friend you'd had.
"Hmph, Taehyung-ah... Where do I start?" you sighed.
"Y/N, you can start from wherever you feel comfortable. And whenever you're ready," he comforted with a warm, welcoming smile.
You explained as much of what had happened as you could. There were a number of pauses in between your narrative where you had to pause and re-compose yourself, the wound still too fresh.
"And I knew he was mad. I mean, I get that, but I thought when he'd cool off, I could explain to him what had happened. But he was so mad. So angry. I mean, he was furious. He refused to listen. And then he just sort of said that he didn't want to see me again. I thought he didn't mean, that he just needed some space. I thought when he cooled off, he'd come to his sense. You know... Maybe he'd realise that he didn't really mean all of what he said..." you sobbed.
"So he didn't stop you?" Jungkook enquired.
You nodded your head no. Your shoulder shook with tears again, and you felt Taehyung lightly place his arm around your back, attempting to comfort you.
"I don't know what to say," Taehyung mumbled, shocked at how the situation had panned out.
"I don't know, Taehyung. I don't know myself."
"But do you think Yoongi hyung really meant it?"
"I think so..." you whispered.
The both of them looked at you with surprise.
"Noona, did he not say anything as you left?" Jungkook further asked.
"No, Jungkook, he didn't even look at me."
The two just sighed and huddled around you, rubbing your back soothingly.
"Did he ask you to come here for him?" you asked the boys.
"No. Hyung didn't even tell us what happened. We just knew something happened because of both of your reactions. I mean, he gets a little moody when we ask about you to him so we figured we could ask you," Jungkook explained.
"Ah, so I see. He doesn't really want to see me again," you clarified.
"No no, Y/N! Why do you say that? Hyung never said that to us... I'm sure he'll come round soon."
"He didn't say it to you, but he said to me. He said it and I know he meant it."
"Noona, don't take it to heart too much. We'll speak to him, try see what he says."
"No Jungkook, please don't do that. Please. That'll just make him hate me more. He'll think that I've not let him explain his side of the story. And anyways, a bit of distance will allow him to cool off and understand things a bit more."
"Noona, he really loves you, you know."
"Yeah. He really really does," Taehyung reassured.
You smiled plainly, heaving a sigh.
"I hope I'm not keeping you boys away from work? Won't everyone be worried as to why you're not with them?"
"Nah not really. We were told it was a day off so we just left."
"So when they ask where you've been, you're going to say?"
"We'll just say that we were at your house."
"No Jungkook! You can't say that!" you said immediately, panicking.
"Don't worry Y/N, I won't let him say that. I'll just say we went out to eat," Taehyung replied.
You wished the boys goodbye and got back to work again. There was a tonne of revision you were already behind on, and yes, you loved Yoongi dearly, but you couldn't sacrifice your future for him. You'd already cried enough over what had happened. Now it was time to focus and work, and maybe cry over some revision instead.
Days melded into weeks and weeks became months, and yet you hadn't heard from Yoongi. You tried not to pay it much attention, but every time you'd remove your wedding ring before wearing latex gloves in lab practicals, you'd remember again; every time you'd stay up late working on your assignments, craving a hug after such hard work, you'd remember again; every time you wore your converses, you'd remember again. Although you tried to avoid it, it was difficult to completely forget and move on. No matter how hard you tried, there was always something, some memory, which kept bringing you back down.
Years had passed and you still hadn't heard from Yoongi. You were still in touch with everyone else, especially Taehyung, but just not him. You'd completed your degree, gotten a job and your life had changed drastically since when you were a student: you were now more mature, a lot busier and a lot more responsible. But one thing had stayed the same: you still loved Yoongi and felt his absence greatly. You missed him.
"I don't really know if that's what I'd do" you explained to your colleague as you started the kettle for tea.
"Hmm yeah I thought that too. I thought that this approach would be better," she replied, pointing to another diagram on her clipboard. You looked properly, inspecting it closely.
"Yeah, I think you're correct. That would be better because it's more efficient, cost-effective AND the quality of service isn't compromised."
"Ah great! Thanks Y/N, you've told me exactly what I needed to hear!" she chirped.
"Oh yeah, don't worry. If you need any more help, let me know and I'll try my best," you encouraged.
"Okay I better let you enjoy your lunch as I go sort this out."
As soon as she had finished saying this, your phone started buzzing violently on the coffee table. You immediately grabbed and saw that Taehyung was calling you. Why would he call you at this hour? Did something happen? What sort of emergency could it be?
"Well, seems like you've got something more important come up anyways, enjoy the rest of your lunch," your colleague said as she left the room.
"You too," you replied before answering the phone.
"Taehyung? Is everything okay? Why are you calling me now?"
"Hey, umm, can you come over to my house right now?"
"What? Why? Tell me what's happened?"
"Ummm, Jungkook sorta kinda needs your emergency help with something."
"What sort of emergency help? Is it with work? Medical help? Because if he's hurt himself, you need to call the ambulance."
"No no, not medical help, something else. He's quite upset right now and he won't listen to me. Maybe you can comfort him?"
It was strange for Jungkook to be upset. Actually, no. It was normal and expected for Jungkook to be upset but for him to vocally express it was strange.
"Okay, can he talk on the phone with me? I mean I'm at work right now. You know that."
"I know I know, and I'm really sorry Y/N, but I didn't know what to do. He won't come on the phone. You have to come in person."
"Okay... I'll see what I can do"
You asked your manager to take the rest of the day off, and surprisingly, he agreed.
"We don't have much going on this afternoon, so it should be fine," he said. "What's the emergency anyways?"
"Um one of my friends needs to be taken into hospital but there's no one with them, so I have to go," you half-lied.
"Oh dear. I hope everything's okay."
"Thank you." And with that, you rushed to Taehyung's apartment.
"So... Where is he?" you asked, looking around Taehyung's living room.
"He's just here," Taehyung replied, pointing to one of the bedroom doors.
You approached the door carefully with soft steps.
"Jungkook..." you called out, opening the door wider.
The figure on the bed had their back turned towards you but you could tell it was too slim for it to be Jungkook's figure. Had it really been that long ago since you'd seen him? Had he become unwell and lost weight?
"Jungkook-ie. Is our Jungkook-ie upset about something?" you worried.
The figure moved off the bed as you approached and turned to you. You saw the same luscious brown eyes you were in love with. Their darkness glinting in the light of the room.
"Yoongi," you whispered. Something suddenly came over you and you felt compelled to leave the room. He didn't want to see me again, you kept repeating to yourself. He doesn't want to see me, he doesn't want to see me, I should go because he doesn't want to see me.
You quickly turned around before he could speak and made your way to leave the room.
"Taehyung, I'm not sure what this is, but Jungkook isn't in that room," you argued.
"Y/N, just... Calm down. Let me explain," he replied, walking towards you, his hands up in defence.
"Taehyung, tell me what this is right now. Because you and I both know that Jungkook isn't the one in that room," you warned.
"Calm down, Y/N, I need you to just calm yourself and sit down. Let me explain," he pleaded as you marched towards the door, your eyes filled with tears.
"I can't! I can't, Kim Taehyung! I can't calm down! And I refuse to stick around any longer!" you yelled, burning with fury and anguish. You were angry and confused because you couldn't make sense of the situation... Why was Yoongi here? Why had Taehyung lied to you?
"Stay," Yoongi mumbled. His voice was raspy and hoarse, just as it had always been, but you could hear something else too. It wasn't rage or apathy, but rather persuasion? Did he really mean it?
"I can't. And anyways, I thought you never wanted to see me again," you reminded him.
You strode towards the door and saw Taehyung standing there on the side, a look of desperation and conflict in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Taehyung-ah. Tell everyone I said hi," you murmured, a sorry smile playing at your lips.
"Please stay," Yoongi repeated as he grabbed your arm. You shook away from his hold and continued towards the door. He grabbed your arm again, this time, his grasp tighter. With a sharp jerk, he turned you around to face him. Your own face was smeared with tears and your eyes glassy. But his, his face was stained with something you hadn't seen in a long time, if in fact ever. Yoongi looked almost misunderstood. A sense of apology was present in his frown. Had he come to realise that what had happened in the past was merely just the product of your childish foolishness and rage?
"I'm sorry, Y/N," he confessed.
More tears fell down your face, glistening in the lighting of the room.
"I'm sorry, Yoongi," you muttered through the hiccuping of tears and trembling shoulders.
"I'm sorry that I didn't let you explain yourself. And that I was irrational and stupid and let my anger cloud my judgement. And I'm sorry that I didn't come to my senses sooner," he explained, his words rushing out of his mouth with the need of escaping.
"And I'm sorry, Yoongi, that I couldn't fulfil your expectations."
"Do you think that maybe we can start again?"
You chest heaved with ache and hope and everything in between. But would things really be okay after all that had happened over the years?
"Yoongi-ah... I'm sorry..." you began.
"... But you just don't think it'll work out, right?" he finished.
"I just think it'll be difficult to put it all behind us, Yoongi."
"But we can make it through all of that. We can overcome it, this time together."
Your doubts were bubbling. "But Yoongi, what happened then... It was for a reason..."
"No, Y/N, what happened then was just a matter of the past. It was just a bad phase that happened because we were young and naive and just not aware of how love required compromise. But now, now, Y/N, we're wiser. We can grow stronger together," he persuaded.
You sighed. You were confused. It'll all happened too fast; too soon for you to be able to process all what had happened. Taehyung lying to you, Yoongi being there, Yoongi apologising, asking for you back... It was all too much. And although what had happened was many years ago, the wound was still all too fresh.
“I can’t,” you whispered as you started putting your shoes on.
“Y/N, is this not what you wanted all along?” Yoongi persisted.
“I’ll think about it,” you replied and left.
“For better or for worse.”
“For better or for worse.”
“Do you, Min Yoongi, take Y/full/N, as your lawfully wedded wife?”
You smiled at the radiant face, as the setting sun sparkled from behind.
“Look. It’s so pretty,” you uttered, pointing towards the sky which was a palette of orange and purple hues.
“Wow, that is pretty. But you know what’s prettier?” Yoongi remarked.
“Hmm?” You knew you that he wouldn’t say “you”, that was too unlike Yoongi, but what he’d say changed each time. Sometimes he’d say stars or sometimes songs or when he was being really funny, he’d say things he loved but knew you hated.
“Let Me Know… it’s an epic song. I heard the producer is a real genius,” he joked.
“Really? I don’t know. Heard he can be a real jerk sometimes,” you carried on mischievously .
“Ah yeah, but see! He has this really cool wife who basically makes up for all his awful qualities so it’s not too bad.”
“Ah, so his wife is the genius, not him then,” you chuckled.
“Hahah, okay, if you say so,” he agreed.
The both of you enjoyed the silence, watching the sky transform into the purple-blue blanket, peppered with a few stars here and there.
“You know I really love you, right?” he suddenly admitted.
“Mhmm,” you mumbled in response, a content smile lighting up your face.
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