the sun kissed him

He’s right, you are home. After graduating from your university, you spent your entire year in New York. You never had a chance to leave the city and visit your family, friends or Yoongi. You kept in touch almost every day when you first moved, but as time went on, you became busier and busier to the point where conversations were twice a week. Sometimes. You always felt bad every time you were on the phone. 

“May I ask what it is that you do?” He stops at a stop sign, waiting for the elderly woman to cross the street.

“I’m a photographer,” you answer as the car begins to move again once she’s on the sidewalk.

“That’s different. It’s rare to see a photographer in my car. I always see someone who’s in business wearing a suit and tie always on the phone. It’s quite boring to drive around someone who never puts their phone down,” he laughs. “They give out too much information regarding their company, but anyways,” he says, pulling over and turning the car off, “we’re here.” 

You look out the window to see a house. The house, with its two story charcoal colored tiles and picture windows is something you thought you’d never see your best friend live in. Hoseok, on the other hand, might be that type. Thanking the driver, you get out of the car, making your way back towards the trunk. It pops open and you grab your suitcase, placing it on the ground before closing the trunk. You give a small wave as the driver takes off. 

You make your way down the walkway, glancing at the familiar red and dark blue vehicles in the driveway. A lot of your video calls were always in one of those cars, or they were in the background while Ari and Hoseok were attempting to garden in the front. Walking up to the red door, your finger ready to ring the doorbell, you hear faint voices.

“I already told you, Hoseok, the tree won’t go in that way,” you hear Ari say. 

Taking several steps back, you peer around the house to see a wooden gate that leads to the backyard. Dragging your luggage, you unlatch the lock and make your way down the concrete pathway. Rounding the corner of the house, you can see Ari and Hoseok trying to push a tree unsuccessfully into the house. You stifle a laugh as you set down your luggage. 

“Need any help?” you ask.

Ari glances at you saying, “No thanks. We almost got it in.” Doing a double take, Ari lets out a scream, startling both you and Hoseok. In one swift action, Ari runs towards you and brings you into one of her tight hugs. One you haven’t had since you were at the airport. 

You smile happily as you welcome her crushing hug. You always knew you’d miss her hugs, but you never knew how much you’d miss them. As you two separate, you notice fresh tears streaming down your best friend’s cheeks. “Why are you crying?” you ask, laughing as you wipe away her tears. 

“I thought you couldn’t come home,” Ari says, using the sleeve to her beige sweatshirt to wipe away the rest of her tears.

“I know, but I managed to finish early and got the first ticket out here. I couldn’t miss my best friend’s wedding,” you smile, bringing your white coat closer to your body for warmth.

Ari laughs, “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten, and the wedding isn’t for another three days.” 

From behind Ari, you see Hoseok move the tree out of the doorway and walk over towards the two of you. “Y/N,” he beams, bringing you into another tight hug. “I’m glad to see you’re back!”

“Me too.” You glance at the small backyard. The tiny space is full of flowers from roses to daisies. There’s a small, round table with two chairs off in the corner under an umbrella. It’s a beautiful garden that both Hoseok and Ari must have worked hard on.

You feel your best friend grab your hand, dragging you inside. You quickly grab your luggage before she pulls you inside the house, the tree long forgotten. Ari drags you down the white colored hallway you’ve seen numerous times on your calls, but she doesn’t give you a chance to take a look at all the photos hanging on the walls. You pass a few doors, some open while others are closed until she finally stops.

You finally take in your surroundings. Art paintings of flowers and trees hang on the milky white walls; picture windows in front of you have its white curtains drawn, blocking the view of the front yard. Three pale green sofas—one in the center and the other two facing each other at the sides, creating a sort of U, is in the center of the room. In the middle of the three sofas displays a clear glass coffee table. A lavish, white and green polka dotted rug lies under the table.

Ari leads you by your hand towards the closest sofa. Sitting next to her, you let yourself relax as Hoseok sits on the center sofa. As you sit back more, turning your body just a bit towards the two, you notice that on the wall behind Hoseok are photos of him and Ari. Others have you and Ari, all three of you, and even you and Yoongi. You really miss him.

“Like it?” you hear your best friend ask you, bringing your attention back towards her.

“Yeah. It feels like forever ago when it was only these past four years.”

“It does feel like it’s been a while,” Ari agrees, leaning an elbow on the armrest of the sofa. “Gave the four of us a whole wall while the rest of our friends and family share the wall with the fireplace.”

You look towards the wall at the opposite end where photos of unfamiliar people hang. You recognize her parents, some you guess may be her siblings with how similar they look. You’ve only met her parents—Ari’s siblings not living in town or the country, but they should be coming to town for her wedding. Others consist of Hoseok and his family. People you’ve never met.

“You’ll be staying here, right? Until you leave?” Hoseok asks. “You didn’t get a hotel or anything?”

“Oh, uh, I actually do have a booking–” 

“Cancel it. You can stay here,” Hoseok interrupts, scooting forward in his seat to the point where he’s at the edge of the couch. 

“Okay…” you reply in confusion, looking at Ari, but she’s just as confused as you.

“You’re more than welcome to stay,” Ari says, looking to you after a moment. 

You nod, pulling out your phone from your coat pocket. “I’ll go ahead and call to cancel, and I guess I’ll change into pajamas since I’m not leaving anywhere.” 

You stand up as Ari follows. “I’ll take your bag to our spare,” she states, letting you dig through your suitcase for your pajamas before taking the handle and pulling it down the hall. You follow her, opening a door she pointed to. 

Entering the bathroom, you close the door behind you, pressing your phone to your ear as you wait for someone to answer. A woman answers the phone, and you begin your process in canceling your booked room. As you do so, you remove your pants, slipping on your sweats. Thankfully you were able to cancel your booking without any fees being made. 

As you hang up, you place your phone on the counter. You look at yourself in the mirror. You look exhausted. You woke up at around two in the morning, and have been awake ever since. You know that the second you lay your head down on anything, you’ll fall asleep immediately. Hopefully you don’t start falling asleep while talking with Hoseok and Ari.

Removing your coat, you place it on the counter above your phone. You pull your shirt over your head, dropping it on top of your coat. You wipe your eyes, trying to rid of your tiredness. As you grab your pajama top, the bathroom door bursts open, causing you to jump, cover your chest as much as possible, and let out a gasp, a scream never making it past your lips. 

You look to see Yoongi standing in the doorway, panting lightly as he looks at you. It feels as if time has stopped. Stopped so suddenly you’re unsure if he’s really here. If he’s really standing in front of you. You two haven’t talked in so long. Why is he here?

Why wouldn’t he be here? His best friend is getting married–of course he’d be here. 

But why is he here? 

How did he know you’d be here? In the bathroom?

It isn’t until later that night that you discover that Hoseok had texted Yoongi to let him know that you showed up at his house.

“Yoongi,” you whisper, still hesitant to believe that Yoongi would be here. Yoongi wastes no time in walking up to you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you so tight it feels welcoming. “Yoongi,” you say louder, wrapping your arms around him, holding him just as tight. 

He’s here. He’s in your arms again. He came back to you.

Your hands are shaking as they clutch onto his sweater. You’re trying so hard not to cry, but your emotions are so hard to control. It’s like waves are crashing over one another, never showing any signs of stopping. He pulls back, cupping your cheeks, eyes searching yours. Searching for something you do not know of. Something he can only see. The gap between the two of you closes, and you feel his lips on your.