Best Of Me - Yoongi Version
Summary: You and Yoongi decided to take a break from one another as your relationship was crumbling down. But when you show up at an award show with Jackson from Got7 as your date, he couldn’t help but feel the jealousy take over him and that he was in the wrong this whole time.
3 weeks. 3 miserable, long, stressful weeks. When will you hear from him? When will he call? When will he come home? Simple texts just aren’t cutting it now. Texts that only say “I’m staying at the dorm tonight,” or “I won’t be home tonight” or “Don’t wait up for me”, they were starting to break your heart. Never have you once doubted your love Yoongi, you understood that he was a busy man with a job that required so much for him to do, a job that he loved.
The past 3 weeks, you have sat at the kitchen table eating your food painfully slow, with no one to talk to. 3 weeks you have laid in a bed that wasn’t as warm as it used to be. In the past 3 weeks, his shirts are starting to not smell like him, you’re losing him. You’ve never felt so lonely before, a piece of your heart was gone and with him. Did he feel the same way?
You were put on the backburner, as he was slaving over the computers for days on end trying to find the right beat. Every time he checked his phone, it would be yet, another missed call from you and eventually the text messages piled up to be 10 messages from you and nothing from him. The loud ring disrupted his flow of beats, and he whipped off his headphones to pick up his phone to only see your name appear. Quickly, he declined the call and roughly placed his headphones back on.
Sitting in your apartment, staring at your phone call list, he hadn’t picked up once. It was time to take matters into your own hands, and physically see him. No more waiting for him.
Your coat was zipped up all the way to the neck as you quickly rushed inside the building with a bag full of takeout. If he couldn’t be at home to eat dinner with you, then you’ll bring dinner to him. Finally, you got to see your boyfriend who seemed like he dropped off the face of the earth without a reasoning. Happiness filled you but yet, you couldn’t help but feel anxious as well. Did he even want to see you?
Knocking on his studio door, no voice was heard from the inside, so another round of knocks came waiting for him to open up. Nothing was there. You turned the doorknob yourself and let yourself walk in, seeing Yoongi sitting in his chair with his face resting in his palm, looking directly at the computer in front of him. His headphones were on, and music was playing softly, he could have easily heard you at the door, but you didn’t mind.
You quietly shut the door, as you stood there waiting for him to notice you, and he never did. Awkwardness overtook your body, and you moved until you were near him, setting the plastic bag of takeout on the couch. You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed your head onto his shoulder, he didn’t even flinch. No smile was cracked, his eyes didn’t move, it’s like he was a stone.
You stayed in that position for awhile until he finally spoke up with his monotone, annoyed voice saying, “Can you move.” You released your arms from him and stood back up, with your hands by your side. You bent down to pick up the food, and tapped him on the shoulder so he could turn around or at least give you some attention so he knew that you brought food. “I brought you some dinner. We could eat together.” You pulled a box out of the bag revealing it to only yourself as he still didn’t turn around. “Okay.” You whispered to yourself as you set the box back into the bag.
Still not acknowledging that you were there, you laid down on the couch, making sure to not make any noise as he was apparently in his zone. Scrolling through every social media app you had on your phone took shorter than you anticipated. You stared at the ceiling, and back at your boyfriend as he hasn’t moved an inch from when you laid down. Sighing, you heard your stomach grumble and you rummaged through the bag to grab the food you had brought for yourself.
The smell overtook the studio as Yoongi was distracted with his work, and couldn’t concentrate. Has it really been 10 hours with no food in his system? He turned around in his chair to see you chewing on your favorite sandwich, you let out a little grin as his right hand came up to his face and his thumb and pointer finger rubbed his eyes. The plastic bag crumpled as you dug inside of it, to hand Yoongi his sandwich that he always got. “Sorry I got hungry.”
He grabbed the sandwich and threw it onto the couch, scoffing. “If you got hungry you should have just stayed at home and ate.” You choked down the piece of sandwich that was in your mouth as his words came out like venom.
“I thought you could take a twenty minute break and eat with me.”
“Well you thought wrong Y/N, I don’t have time for you right now.” You simply nodded at his words as you grabbed the water from the bag and placed it on the couch next to his sandwich.
“Well I got you a water too.” You said it ever so softly, not wanting to make more agitated than he already is.
“Just take it home and eat it, I don’t need it.”
“Well you never know.” You stood up with the bag in your hand, throwing it in the trash next to the door.
“God dammit Y/N! Just take the thing home!” The ever so quiet small room was filled with Yoongi’s rage, and anger that it scared you to the point where it felt like you were in a haunted house.
“Yoongi, you probably haven’t eaten all day so just leave the sandwich and water there, you can eat it whenever you want.” Not wanting to act like you were affected by his voice, you said it more sternly to him.
“Stop being fucking annoying and get it out of here.” You rolled your eyes as you went over to the couch, and picked up the items and threw them in the trash.
“Happy? They’re gone.” His eyes got wide at your actions, not expecting it. “I haven’t seen you or heard from your properly for the past three weeks Min Yoongi. All I wanted was to sit down and see you for twenty minutes and then you could go back to work. But no, instead I get to hear you bitch at me, and act ungrateful as I think about your health.” You were practically fuming, if Yoongi could describe you right now, you were at the point where you had steam blowing out of your ears.
“Y/N I’m taking care of myself just fine, I’m a grown man for god’s sake. And I’m sorry you haven’t seen me for three weeks, but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you started to date me. I’m sorry I’m an idol, but you’re gonna have to deal with it.” The way his voice came out, with no emotion to it is what made you even more upset. The fact that he is fine without seeing you, is what makes you heartbroken.
“I know what I got myself into Yoongi! But you’ve been ignoring me for three weeks! It’s like you disconnected yourself from me and you’re only focused on this! I still exist ya know!”
“Y/N I’m focused on this because it’s my job and I love it. This comes first, before you, before eating, before anything. I’m sorry that you feel ignored but you’re gonna have to put up with it.” He turned back around and slid on his headphones without bothering to give you a second look.
You stood there, dazed and confused at the words that just came out of his mouth. You licked your lips, nodding your head at his words, replaying them in your mind. It shocked you even more with the words that came out of your mouth next. “I think we need to take a break.” Of course he heard that sentence perfectly. He stopped in his tracks, not moving an inch, making sure he heard you correctly. “What?”
“You heard me Min Yoongi. A break. I think I need some time to think and you need some time to get your priorities sorted out.” With that, the door slammed and you were gone, leaving Yoongi to only his thoughts.
A break? Has he really been that bad of a boyfriend for the past 3 weeks for you tell him that you needed a break? The picture on his desk of you two was soon shattered into pieces onto the floor as he threw it against the wall. Enough is enough.
And a break essentially means a breakup.
Yoongi couldn’t focus the rest of the night, hearing your words, telling him that he’s been ignoring you and you miss him. He scrolled through the messages from you, and everything was from you, ranging from ‘Good morning!’ to ‘Did you eat lunch?’ to ‘Goodnight, I love you.” and everything else in-between. All you got from him were short responses saying ‘I won’t be back tonight.’
Yoongi knew he messed up, to the point that he had to leave the studio early because he couldn’t think. Because of his mistakes, he could lose the best thing in his life. And because of his stubbornness, he didn’t want to come back to you too quickly, so he gave you time to think just like you wanted while he lied awake in his bedroom thinking about you and only you.
“I thank you for coming over and hanging out with me these past few weeks, but Jackson, you can go back to your dorm and hang with the guys I’m doing fine.” You got up from the couch the empty popcorn bowl in your hand as the movie was ending.
“You’re my best friend Y/N, I’m not just leaving you besides we have another movie to watch.” He winked at you as he raised up the DVD case.
“I’ll get more popcorn then.” You sigh as a smile appeared on your face. Your childhood best friend was always there for you, never leaving you when things got to rough for you and vice versa. You’ve been through a lot together, and if it weren’t for him you wouldn’t have met Yoongi. Even though you and Yoongi are on this break, you still thank Jackson for introducing you to Yoongi because you couldn’t imagine life without him.
As you sat back down on the couch, a commercial on the TV was playing before Jackson could get the DVD in. The Melon Music Awards was only 6 days away, and Jackson of course was attending with his group. You thought you would attend with Yoongi this year, but things didn’t work out in your favor. “Do you like wanna go to that?” He must have caught you staring, zoned out in your own little world. Closing your eyes, you shook your head to gather yourself, focusing on Jackson’s question.
“To the Melon Music Awards? It’d be fun but no I can’t go.” You leaned back into the couch, throwing popcorn into your mouth.
“Why not?” You looked at him like he was stupid, throwing a piece of popcorn at him.
“Did you really just ask that?”
“Well I mean, yeah because you’re going with me.” He smirked as he pulled out a VIP pass for you.
“Uhm what? What is this!” You grabbed the pass and scanned it over.
“This pass is for you to walk the red carpet with me, and to sit next to me during the awards.”
“Jackson I can’t.” But you so badly wanted to go.
“Oh yes you can. We’re attending as best friends, but maybe this way you’ll grab Yoongi’s attention and he can apologize formally to you.” Now you understood his plan and where he was getting at.
“So, you’re only inviting me to get back at Yoongi?”
“AND I want to hang out with you and I know how bad you wanted to go.” He sheepishly grinned at you as you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him.
“Thank you so much!” You said into his neck and he nodded his head.
“We only have six days to find what you’re going to wear though. We should match.” You released your arms from around him and rolled your eyes.
“That’s too coupley don’t you think?”
“That’s too coupley blah blah.” He mocked you and you flicked him. “No it isn’t, it’ll look sweet.”
The day finally came and you were put into a room filled with stylists that Jackson had arranged for you to meet with. The makeup team, the hair styling team, the actual clothing stylist. You were a queen for a day. Jackson left you to be with them, as he had to get ready himself.
Yoongi was getting ready just like you, but he was more anxious. No calls or texts from you since you came that day to his studio. Maybe he should stop all this and apologize, he knew he was in the wrong. He buttoned the cuffs on his sleeves and adjusted his suit jacket as he looked in the mirror, hoping you would appear to wrap your arms around his neck and lean into his back telling him how handsome he is, or helping him with his cuffs. He knew just how badly you wanted to attend this award show with him, and it was nothing but his fault.
“You ready?” Namjoon walked into the room as Yoongi turned around and grabbed his phone.
“Yeah.” The two boys left the room, heading towards their limo.
“Wow Y/N.” Jackson’s mouth formed an O as he saw you walk into his room. You were wearing a long, black gown with a long train, long sleeves and an open back. Your black strappy heels matched perfectly as so did your hair which was done well in an updo with curls hanging loose around your ears. The makeup on your face was like it was drawn with a stencil, as it was a better job than you could ever do.
You gave a slight smile to Jackson, hanging on tightly to your black clutch. Jackson was dressed in a black tuxedo with a thin black tie, matching you to a T. “I can say the same about you.” You walked over to him, as you stared at the both of you through his mirror. “Where are the others?”
“Oh, they already went. It’s just me and you.” He of course had to put his plan into action to make Yoongi jealous.
“You really want to make him mad don’t you?”
“Mad, jealous, sorry for not apologizing sooner, all of the above. No one treats my best friend like that.” With that, the two of you left to step inside the limo waiting for you.
Cameras were flashing, bright lights were the only thing being seen, and voices of people telling the men standing in front of them to do different poses. As they eased their way across the red carpet, to all the interviewers, and the other groups, Rap Monster lead them to stand directly next to his friends group. “Where’s Jackson?” He peered around everyone, not seeing his friend anywhere.
“He’s coming, don’t worry about him.” Mark told him, while sipping on a bottle of water. There was something in his tone that made Yoongi’s stomach get butterflies, something in the way that made him talk that made Yoongi get nervous, anxious. About what though? And that’s when all the commotion started.
Gasps were coming from every person in the crowd, the cameras were going off 10 times more than normal. That’s when Yoongi saw a high heel stepping out of the limo as Jackson held onto the girl’s hand. It wasn’t any girl though, it was you.
The way you two were dressed in black. The way you held onto his hand as he pulled you out from the limo. The way his hand wrapped around your lower back. The way he pulled your closer to get pictures taken. It irked him in every way possible. Yoongi knew he was in the wrong since you left him that night, but you doing this was crossing a line.
“Jackson! How long have you been dating?” Paparazzi was screaming that question over and over again, wanting to get the scoop on the two of you. Yoongi knew that the two of you were only friends, but his gut was turning and he wanted to run through the crowd and throw a punch at Jackson.
“Dating? I can’t bring my beautiful friend here with me without getting accused of dating?” Jackson laughed at the reporters, as smiles appeared on their faces as well. Seeing him interact with the crowd like that, made Yoongi even more mad, his lips in a thin line, trying to stop himself from saying anything.
Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off of you, as Jackson helped you up the stairs. Your one hand in his while the other was pulling your dress up so you wouldn’t trip. When you got up, Jackson must have said something because you were laughing, then you left.
“Hey guys.” Jackson patted Namjoon’s back while bowing his head a little as he arrived in the circle.
Namjoon turned a little to shake his hand and pat his back. “Long time no see.”
“Busy with my girl?” Yoongi chimed in. All eyes were on him, none of them expecting him to be so harsh on calling Jackson out.
“Last time I heard you were on a break.”
“Yeah and that’s still my girl.”
“Is that why you haven’t been contacting her for the past three weeks then?” And the circle fell silent as the guys had a stare down. Jackson was right, he was beyond right, and Yoongi knew that, he just didn’t want to admit it.
No one saw you come back, as a small, delicate hand landed on his shoulder, with black nails and silver accents added to them. Jackson swiveled his head and met you behind him. “Hey guys.” You bowed your head at them all, as they did the same to you, taking their breaths away.
“You look gorgeous Y/N.” Taehyung said to you as he moved his way over to you, making small talk with as some of the other boys did as well. Yoongi stood there, the odd man out of the group not knowing what to do, until he strode over to you and lightly grabbed your arm. “We need to talk.” He whispered in your ear, trying to get you to come with him but you shook your head. “I’m not going anywhere with Min Yoongi.”
He glared at you, he wasn’t prepared for that answer. “Well you’re gonna have to.” You snatched your arm from out of his grip and moved away from him slightly, making him hurt on the inside even more knowing that you wanted nothing to do with him.
“I’m staying here, and you’re the last person I want to talk to.” As the words left your mouth, Yoongi felt like he got punched in the stomach. Was this how you felt when he said those things to you that night? Because if so, he takes it back, everything, he never wants you to feel this again.
Yoongi made it obvious since the moment he sat down at the assigned table that he was only paying attention to you for the rest of the night. The way you leaned over to talk into Jackson’s ear or the way the others would talk to you, it was making Yoongi go mad. And when BTS had to leave to get ready for their performance he was paranoid more than ever.
As they performed their songs, you bopped along to the beat, enjoying the music like you always do. When they were done, you clapped like everyone else. You didn’t get up and yell “That’s my boyfriend!” like you always did backstage at a concert, or when you were watching a recording from a show. Yoongi saw, he saw how contained you were. What did he do?
They made their ways back to their seats, and once they were seated it was Got7’s turn to stand up and leave. “Are you sure you don’t wanna come backstage with me?” Jackson was standing up with a hand on your back leaning down to talk into your ear. “I’m fine right here, thank you though.” They were off and you were by yourself as the next presenter came out with the award in their hands.
Giving a well done speech about how all of the bands were highly qualified for this award. When they opened the envelope, the name ‘BTS’ fell from their lips and everyone erupted in cheers. You clapped along with them, watching as the boys hugged each other and made their way up on the stage, accepting their award. You were beyond happy for them, but you couldn’t let Yoongi see it. You wanted to scream along with the fans, but you held it in.
As the screams quieted down, Namjoon got ahold of the mic to give his speech. “We thank BigHit Entertainment, and all of the great people we work with. I thank the guys standing next to me, and of course ARMY’s, without you we wouldn’t be here. We love you.” The screams erupted again, both as Namjoon was moving away from the mic and Yoongi was moving towards the mic.
“I usually don’t say much,” he smirked a little, “but I felt like I needed to say something. I want to thank once again ARMY you are all amazing. I also want to thank BigHit, Bang PDnim, the boys and of course the girl who has my heart who supports me through it all.” Your face turns pale, you froze in your seat, wondering if people knew about the two of you. “I love her a lot and I want her to know that.” He looked directly at you as he delivered the last line.
And there was nothing he could do as you grabbed your clutch, stood up and left.
He told the boys he was using the bathroom, but they all knew he was going on a hunt to find you. He looked everywhere backstage, he even peered outside to see the red carpet and no one’s cameras were flashing, they were all just bored reporters.
About to give up and head back to his seat, hoping you were there. He finally found you, leaning against some backstage equipment in a secluded hallway, with your eyes closed. “What’s a beautiful girl doing here all by herself?” His raspy voice made your eyes shoot open, his hands were in his pockets as he stood in front of you.
“And what’s a jerk doing here standing in front of me?” You rolled your eyes and tried shoving past him but he lightly grabbed your hand and pulled you back.
“Y/N, stop this.” He seemed hurt, but not enough for you to stop this act.
“Stop what Yoongi? Stop what exactly?”
“Acting like this! You’re hurting me baby. Stop, please.” His voice grew quieter as the words fell from his mouth.
“I’m glad it hurts then.” His eyes softened, as they glazed over. “Music before me right? Now you know how I felt.” You released your wrist from his grasp, and started to walk but until a force hit you. His arms wrapped around waist, and his head was gently placed on your shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” He sighed into your neck. “So fucking sorry. I was tired and hungry and wasn’t taking care of myself. I was ignoring you when I shouldn’t have. God you were right, you’re always right. And without you I’m a fucking mess. Can’t you see that Y/N?” You turned your head to see his face just a little bit, and a tear escaped his eye.
“Ignoring me was a lot better, than telling me that I will never come before your music Yoongi.”
“But you do! God damn you do Y/N. It’s always you, my first priority. I don’t know what got ahold of me. But, please I’m begging, don’t fucking leave me.” You turned around and cupped his cheek with your hand, and he leaned into it. The first time he’s felt your touch in a while. “Just don’t leave me.” He begged. “Not hearing from you for three weeks hurt, but seeing you with Jackson dressed so beautifully hurt even more. My hearts breaking Y/N.” A sob escaped his mouth.
The strong and powerful Min Yoongi was standing before you, pouring his feelings out for you. Your strong Yoongi, was falling apart. You removed your hand from his cheek and he leaned his forehead against yours, wiping his eyes. “You said you needed time to think and I needed time to get my priorities straight. You come first. I’ve known this from the get go. My priorities haven’t changed and I don’t know what overcame me that night and those weeks. But, Y/N…” You cut him off by placing your lips gently against his. He placed his hands on your cheeks, pulling you closer as the kiss got hotter by the second. “Don’t leave me.” He whispered as he pulled away.
“Never.” His lips reconnected to yours.
“You don’t understand how scared I was to lose the best thing that has ever happened to me. I’m sorry that my stubbornness got in the way of me not apologizing. Seeing you here, dressed like this, with your best friend, made me a jealous man, and made me realize that I don’t know what I would do with myself if you moved on from me.”
“Thank you.” He looked at you confused. “For apologizing. For realizing what you did wrong, even though that damn stubbornness held you back, but that’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you. If you think I could get over you that easily, you’re wrong. You are the man of my dreams Yoongi. We just hit a bump in the road, and every couple does.” You both smiled at each other, and he brushed your cheek with his hand.
“God what did I do to deserve you?” You both giggled.
“I don’t know.” You replied.
“I don’t know either but good god, you got the best of me, and you will for the rest of my life.” And your foreheads meet again as he leaned in one more time to capture your lips.