Don't Disappear Yet
Chapter 22 - Purple
Warnings: captivity, yandere Yoongi
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Morning arrived far too quickly.
Y/N woke before the alarm. For a long moment, she remained still beneath the covers, staring at the pale ceiling while the previous evening returned to her in fragments.
Not the dinner itself. The kitchen. His mother's voice.
Is my son treating you well?
Y/N closed her eyes. The question had followed her home.
She had imagined that moment so many times before. Someone noticing. Someone looking closely enough to realize that something wasn't right. She had always told herself that if it ever happened, she wouldn't hesitate. She would tell the truth. And yet, when the opportunity had actually appeared...
She had lied.
Not because she had been unable to speak. She had been seconds away from telling her. She remembered exactly how it had felt. The words had been there.
He kidnapped me.
Three words. That was all it would have taken. So why hadn't she said them?
Fear was part of it. Of course it was. Fear of what would happen afterward. Fear that Mrs. Min wouldn't believe her. Fear that she would tell Yoongi. Fear that somehow, despite everything, she would end up back where she had started.
And if that happened, Yoongi would take back every small freedom he'd gradually given her. No more going outside. No more phone calls with her family. No more moments when she was allowed to forget, even briefly, that she was being watched.
But the more Y/N thought about it, the more she realized that fear wasn't the whole answer.
Maybe she hadn't trusted Mrs. Min enough. Not because the woman had given her any reason not to. Quite the opposite. She had been warm from the moment Y/N arrived. Kind. Protective. Almost painfully genuine.
But kindness didn't necessarily mean she would choose Y/N over her own son.
If Y/N had told her that Yoongi had kidnapped her, would she really have believed a girl she'd met that same evening over the son she had loved her entire life? And even if she had believed her... What then? Would she have protected Y/N? Or would she have protected Yoongi first?
The answer wasn't as obvious as Y/N wished it were.
She turned onto her side.
Maybe that was part of it. Maybe she hadn't wanted to destroy the family she'd just been welcomed into. The thought made her feel guilty. They had laughed around that table. They had teased each other. They had spoken about the engagement with genuine happiness. Mrs. Min had looked at her as though Y/N were already part of the family.
And Y/N had sat there knowing the truth. Knowing that one sentence could shatter everything.
Was that really something she had been willing to do?
Apparently not.
But there was another reason.
One she didn't want to look at too closely.
Yoongi.
She stared into the darkness beneath her blanket.
Was that why?
Because he had been her bias long before he had ever become her captor? Because some part of her still cared about him?
The question made her uncomfortable enough that she almost pushed it away immediately.
But she couldn't.
She thought about the things she had seen lately.
Because every time she tried to reduce him to the person who had taken her freedom, another memory got in the way.
The way he had quietly taken care of her without asking for anything in return. The way he had trusted her with his family. The way he had sat beside her when she was upset without forcing her to talk. The way he had been there when she needed him, even when she hated him for being there.
She didn't want those things to matter. But they did.
And then she remembered something else.
He had saved her once.
She couldn't erase that either.
Maybe that shouldn't have mattered anymore. Maybe what he'd done afterward should have been enough to erase that gratitude completely.
But it hadn't.
She frowned. That wasn't fair. He had still taken her freedom. He had still kept her prisoner. He had still done things she had every right to hate him for.
Saving her once didn't erase any of that. She knew that. And yet... Knowing something and feeling it were two different things.
Her gaze drifted toward the window.
Then there was the note. The mysterious person inside Yoongi's circle. The person who had risked everything to help her. The person who had promised to get her out.
Maybe that had mattered too.
If she had told Mrs. Min everything last night, she might have destroyed the only realistic chance she had of leaving without putting the person helping her in danger.
And what if Mrs. Min had gone straight to Yoongi? What if she had confronted him? What if the entire plan had collapsed?
She had no way of knowing. So she had stayed silent.
But even that wasn't the whole truth.
Because the note had given her one condition.
Don't turn in my hyung.
And the more Y/N thought about it, the more she realized something uncomfortable.
The helper hadn't needed to ask her that. Not really.
Because even without the promise...
She didn't think she could ever turn Yoongi in.
The thought made her stomach twist.
She had spent months dreaming about freedom. She still wanted it. God, she wanted it. She wanted her life back.
But wanting to leave and wanting him destroyed had never been the same thing.
Maybe she had known that all along. Maybe that was why the note's condition had never felt like a sacrifice. She wouldn't have harmed him anyway.
She would leave. She would reclaim her life. She would take back everything he had stolen from her. But she didn't want to destroy him.
She didn't want to see Yoongi in handcuffs. She didn't want to destroy his career. She didn't want to watch his family lose their son.
She wanted freedom.
She just didn't want his destruction to be the price of it.
And that realization frightened her more than anything else.
Because it meant that even when she had been given the perfect opportunity to escape, she had still been thinking about what would happen to him.
She covered her face with both hands.
"What is wrong with me?"
The question disappeared into the empty room. There was no answer. Only another question waiting beneath it.
Was it because he had once been the person she admired most?
Because she still cared about him?
Because he had saved her?
Because she had begun to trust the mysterious person helping her?
Because she didn't believe his family would choose her over him?
Because she couldn't bear to destroy the happiness she had seen in that house?
Or because, somewhere along the way, protecting Yoongi had become something she did instinctively?
She had spent years doing it without ever thinking twice. Defending him when people misunderstood him. Getting angry when someone reduced him to the things they saw onstage. Reminding herself that there was always more to him than what the world saw.
Back then, it had been harmless. She had been a fan protecting someone she admired from behind a screen.
Now...
She was doing the same thing with the man himself standing right in front of her.
The realization made her stomach twist.
Maybe that instinct had never really disappeared. Maybe it had simply followed her here. And somehow, that was the hardest part to admit.
Maybe that was the problem.
There wasn't one reason. There were too many of them, tangled together so tightly that she couldn't tell which one had stopped her first.
Fear. Trust. Guilt. The part of her that still cared about him. The part of her that had spent years admiring him. The part of her that had begun to see the person behind the idol. The strange, dangerous familiarity that had grown between them.
Maybe it was all of it. Maybe none of it. She didn't know.
And that was the part she couldn't escape.
She had always believed that if someone offered her freedom, she would take it without hesitation.
Now she knew that wasn't true.
Because when freedom had finally stood in front of her... she had looked at it. And then she'd looked at Yoongi. And somehow, she hadn't been able to choose as quickly as she thought she would.
Why had protecting him felt easier than saving herself?
Y/N slowly lowered her hands.
For the first time, she wondered whether the question wasn't why hadn't I told his mother?
Maybe the real question was much more frightening.
What would I do if I actually had the chance to leave?
The thought lingered. And almost immediately, another memory surfaced.
Yoongi had kept his promise.
After they returned home, he had handed her the phone without a reminder.
She had called her mother. Just as she had promised she would. Just as he had promised she could.
The conversation had been painfully ordinary.
She had told her mother about the dinner. About how warmly his family had welcomed her. About how sweet his mother had been.
And when her mother asked questions, Y/N had answered each one carefully, choosing every word with the same precision she had learned to use over the past months.
Across the room, Yoongi had remained where he always did during those calls. Present. Close enough to hear every word. Far enough away to give her the illusion of privacy.
He had never interrupted. Never corrected her. Never told her what she was allowed to say. He simply waited until the call was over.
And somehow... That was what unsettled her. Not the rules. Not even the cameras. The fact that, once he had given his word, he kept it. Again and again.
She had begun to realize that this was one of the most dangerous things about him. Because it made him easier to trust. And trusting him was something she couldn't afford to do too easily.
She sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on the floor.
His mother had trusted her too. Trusted the lie. Believed every carefully chosen answer.
The memory left a bitter taste in her mouth. Yesterday should have made everything simpler. Instead, it had only made everything harder to understand.
Because now, when she thought about Yoongi, she couldn't separate the things she hated from the things she couldn't deny.
He was still the man who had taken her freedom. The man who still refused to let her leave. The man who watched her. Controlled her. Kept her here.
But he was also the man who had handed her his phone without hesitation. The man who had quietly taken care of her without asking for recognition. The man who had noticed when she was uncomfortable and stayed close without making a scene. The man who had looked at his mother with a softness Y/N had never seen before.
Both truths existed at once. Neither cancelled the other. And perhaps that was what frightened her most.
Not that she was beginning to forget what he had done. She wasn't. She remembered every reason she was still here.
What frightened her was that remembering them no longer made everything else disappear.
She could hate what he had done... and still care about what happened to him.
She could want her freedom... and still hesitate at the thought of what that freedom might cost him.
And she was beginning to realize that those contradictions weren't going away simply because she wished they would.
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The following afternoon was unusually quiet.
Yoongi had disappeared into his office after breakfast, leaving Y/N alone in the living room with a book she'd been pretending to read for nearly half an hour.
She hadn't turned a single page. Her thoughts refused to settle. They kept circling back to the previous evening. His mother. The kitchen. The question she hadn't answered.
She was still staring at the same paragraph when a knock sounded at the front door.
Y/N barely looked up. One of the guards opened it.
Then came voices. Familiar ones.
Her eyes lifted from the book.
A second later, the sound of laughter drifted into the living room, followed by footsteps and the unmistakable noise of several people talking over one another.
Y/N froze.
She knew those voices.
She pushed herself upright just as the first familiar face appeared in the doorway.
Then another. And another.
Her breath caught.
BTS.
For a moment, she simply stared.
Jimin noticed her first.
"Y/N!" His face immediately lit up as he stepped inside. "Hi!"
"Hello," Namjoon greeted warmly behind him.
Jin lifted a hand.
"Hey."
Hoseok smiled at her.
"How have you been?"
Taehyung gave her an easy little wave, while Jungkook nodded politely before looking around the room.
The sudden noise of six familiar voices filled the previously silent house.
Y/N managed to get to her feet.
"Hi." Her voice came out quieter than she'd intended.
Jimin laughed softly.
"Why do you look so shocked?"
"I didn't know you were coming."
"Neither did we until a little while ago," Jin said.
"That's not true," Taehyung protested. "Hyung told us."
"Yes, but he told us approximately ten minutes before we left."
"That's still telling us."
Jin rolled his eyes.
"You're impossible."
A small smile escaped Y/N before she could stop it.
Then footsteps sounded from the hallway.
Yoongi appeared. He took in the scene with one quick glance before his eyes settled on Y/N. The faintest hint of amusement touched his expression.
"You look surprised."
"I am." She looked between him and the members. "I didn't know anyone was coming."
Jimin turned toward Yoongi.
"Hyung, why you didn't tell her?"
"I didn't get the chance."
Y/N frowned.
"Chance?"
Yoongi slipped his hands into his pockets.
"You asked me if they'd be at dinner. So I invited them today instead."
He said it as though the explanation should have been enough.
Y/N stared at him for a second.
"You invited all of them?"
"Apparently."
Jin raised a hand. "I came willingly."
Taehyung turned to him. "You asked whether there would be food."
"That was one of several reasons." Jin shrugged, completely unbothered.
Hoseok laughed. "He's been talking about food since we got in the car."
"Because Yoongi's house is the only place where I arrive hungry and somehow leave hungry." Jin rolled his eyes.
"You ate before you came, hyung." Namjoon pointed out.
"That was before I knew I was coming here." Jin narrowed his eyes at him, as though this were an entirely reasonable argument.
Taehyung snorted.
Y/N couldn't help laughing quietly. The sound made Yoongi glance at her again. Before he could say anything, one of the maids entered carrying a tray of drinks.
"Would anyone like something?"
The members immediately started answering over one another.
"Water."
"Coffee for me."
"Anything cold. Preferably Sprite."
"I'll take juice."
"Got any beer?"
The maid began distributing the glasses.
Y/N accepted hers automatically. She barely heard the conversation around her. Her mind had already returned to one thing.
The notes.
The person who had been leaving them. The person who had promised to get her out.
Her gaze moved quietly across the room.
Not Namjoon. At least, she didn't think so. After what had happened in the kitchen, she had almost ruled him out.
And not Jin either. The note had called Yoongi — hyung. That had narrowed things down too.
Which left four possibilities.
Jimin.
Taehyung.
Hoseok.
Jungkook.
One of them could be the person she'd been waiting for. Her fingers tightened around the glass.
Then she remembered.
Purple.
She wasn't wearing purple.
The realization hit her so suddenly that her stomach dropped.
No.
She hadn't expected them today. She hadn't prepared. She had no idea whether she would ever get another opportunity this easy, this soon.
She looked down at her blouse.
Cream color. Completely useless.
Her thoughts raced. She needed to change.
But how?
She couldn't simply announce that she wanted to go upstairs and change clothes because she'd suddenly decided to wear a very specific color.
That would be suspicious.
Her gaze dropped to the glass in her hand. Then at the small table beside her. An idea formed.
It was ridiculous. It was reckless. Stupid, even. It was also the only thing she had. She couldn't waste this opportunity.
She looked around the room again. Nobody was paying particular attention to her.
Before she could change her mind, she shifted in her seat and let her elbow catch the glass.
It tipped.
Cold juice splashed across the front of her blouse.
Y/N gasped.
"Oh!"
Every conversation stopped.
Jimin was on his feet immediately.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." She looked down at the spreading stain, forcing herself to sound embarrassed rather than relieved. "I just—"
Jin grabbed a handful of napkins from the table and held them out to her.
"Here."
"Thank you."
Hoseok glanced at the soaked blouse and laughed softly.
"That was quite an entrance."
"I know." She dabbed uselessly at the fabric. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?" Jimin asked. "It's just juice."
Y/N shook her head, already getting to her feet.
"I'll go change." She forced a small, embarrassed smile. "It's fine. I'll be right back."
As she turned toward the stairs, her eyes briefly met Yoongi's. His gaze moved from the stain to her face. For a fleeting second, something unreadable passed through his expression. Then it was gone. He said nothing. Y/N hurried upstairs before anyone could ask another question.
The moment her bedroom door closed, she exhaled. Her heart was pounding. She crossed the room and opened her wardrobe.
White.
Black.
Beige.
Blue.
Her fingers moved through the hangers.
Then she found it.
Purple.
She pulled the shirt free. For a moment, she simply stared at it.
This was insane.
What if he didn't notice?
What if he noticed but didn't understand?
What if he already saw the first shirt and thought she didn't accept his one condition?
What if the note had been nothing more than a cruel test, and she was making a fool of herself for nothing?
There was no way to know.
She changed quickly. Then she looked at herself in the mirror.
Purple.
Exactly as the note had instructed.
Her stomach twisted.
Please.
She didn't know who she was asking.
The person who had written the notes. One of the four men waiting downstairs. Maybe fate itself.
Please notice.
She took one last breath and went downstairs.
The conversation had shifted while she was gone.
Jin and Taehyung were standing near the coffee table, apparently in the middle of an argument that had nothing to do with anything important.
"I'm telling you, you can't just leave it there."
"Why not?"
"Because someone is going to knock it over."
"Then they should watch where they're walking."
"That's not the point."
Taehyung shrugged.
"You're making it the point."
Hoseok laughed from the sofa.
"They've been arguing about that for five minutes."
Y/N slowed as she approached.
"What are you two arguing about?"
Both men looked at her.
Jin pointed accusingly at Taehyung.
"He thinks leaving his phone on the edge of the table is perfectly reasonable."
"Because it is."
"It's hanging halfway off."
"It's not going to fall."
"You don't know that."
Taehyung glanced at Y/N.
"See? He worries about every small thing."
"Someone has to." Jin defended.
Y/N smiled faintly.
She moved farther into the room. Casually. Carefully.
Her first stop was near Namjoon, though she didn't linger. Then she crossed toward Jimin, pretending to glance at the drinks on the table.
Nothing. No reaction.
She moved again, stopping beside Taehyung for a moment as he continued arguing with Jin.
Nothing. Her pulse began to climb.
She crossed the room once more, this time passing close enough to Hoseok that he had to move his feet slightly to let her through.
Still nothing.
Then Jungkook.
He was sitting at the end of the sofa, his phone in one hand.
Y/N paused beside him.
"Are you comfortable?"
He looked up.
"Yeah."
Nothing. Not even a flicker of recognition. Her stomach sank.
She forced herself to smile and moved away.
Her pulse quickened.
Had he seen it?
Had he understood?
She sat down, trying to appear completely normal. Her heart was beating far too quickly. She had made sure they had all seen her.
But... nothing. No obvious reaction. No sudden pause. No glance that lasted too long. No sign that the message had reached its intended recipient.
Now there was nothing left to do but wait.
She lowered herself onto the sofa and forced herself to listen to the conversation instead.
A few seconds later, Yoongi came back into the room. His eyes found her almost immediately. Then they moved over her clothes.
He paused.
"Purple?"
Y/N looked up.
"I've never seen you wear purple before."
His tone was completely casual. Then, almost as an afterthought:
"It suits you."
Her heart stumbled. She searched his face. Nothing. No suspicion. No hidden meaning. Just a simple observation. Just the same quiet attentiveness he always seemed to have toward her.
"...Thank you."
Yoongi nodded and took the seat beside Namjoon.
Y/N looked away. For some reason, that tiny exchange had left her more unsettled than she expected. She had changed the shirt for someone else. Yet somehow, Yoongi was the first person to acknowledge it.
Jimin dropped onto the armchair opposite her.
"So," he said, drawing the word out.
Y/N looked at him.
"How was the dinner with hyung's family?"
She smiled faintly.
"It was nice."
"Just nice?" His eyebrows lifted.
Y/N laughed. “What am I supposed to say?”
“I don't know. You met the family of the man you're apparently marrying. I feel like that deserves more than nice.” Jimin grinned.
Jin, who had been listening to their conversation, immediately joined in.
“Did his mother interrogate you?”
Y/N shook her head, smiling. “No. She was really kind.”
Jimin's expression immediately brightened.
"I knew you'd like her. It's impossible not to."
“He's right,” Hoseok added. “Once she starts talking, you're basically trapped.”
“She talked a lot,” Y/N admitted.
“Yeah?” Jin laughed. “That means she liked you.”
Y/N looked at him.
“Why?”
“Because if she didn't, you'd have known. She'd have been polite for ten minutes and then sent you home.”
"She was really welcoming. And very sweet too."
"Sweet?" Jin gave Y/N a knowing look. "Did she already start planning the wedding?"
Y/N hesitated.
"Maybe."
Jin burst out laughing.
"I knew it." He pointed accusingly at Yoongi. "She's been trying to marry her son off for a long time now."
"I remember all the blind dates hyung had to endure because of Mrs. Min," Jimin said with a laugh. "It was always fun watching him suffer."
Y/N smiled. Her smile lingered for a moment as the memory returned — the hug, the excitement in Mrs. Min's face, the way she'd called her daughter-in-law as though Y/N had already belonged there.
Jimin noticed the change in her expression.
“Sounds like you made a pretty good impression.”
"I think so."
"Of course she likes you." Jin said with a grin. "She's been waiting for Yoongi to bring someone home forever."
Yoongi sighed from beside Namjoon.
“Can we stop talking about my mother?”
"Why?" Jimin asked. "It's true."
Yoongi gave him a look.
Jimin immediately looked away.
"Anyway."
The room filled with laughter again. For a few moments, Y/N relaxed into it. It felt strangely normal. Too normal.
Then Hoseok glanced toward Yoongi.
“So, what time are we leaving tomorrow?”
“Early.”
“How early?”
“Early enough that you'll complain about it.”
Hoseok laughed. “That's not a time.”
“Five-thirty.”
“That's not morning. That's still night.” Taehyung complained.
Jin groaned from the other side of the room. “I already hate this trip.”
Y/N looked between them.
“You're leaving tomorrow?”
Hoseok turned toward her.
"We are going to Busan for three days," He explained. "We've got a few schedules there."
“Three days?”
Jimin nodded. "We'll be back after that."
Y/N glanced toward Yoongi.
"You didn't tell me."
His eyes met hers.
"I was going to." There was no defensiveness in his voice. Just a simple statement. “Things are going to get hectic once we're back,” he added. “So I wanted to tell you before we leave.”
Jin immediately groaned. “Because apparently we're coming back from Busan and going straight into wedding planning.”
“Engagement party,” Jimin corrected.
"Same thing."
“It really isn't.” Jimin protested.
Yoongi gave him a tired look.
"We haven't even left for Busan."
"And I'm already planning ahead." Jimin said, grinning.
"You are not planning anything."
"Too late."
Hoseok laughed. “He's been waiting for this.”
“I've been waiting for Yoongi hyung to finally have something interesting happen to him.” Jimin pointed at Yoongi.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “My life was interesting before you.”
“Sure, hyung.”
The others laughed. Y/N smiled faintly.
The engagement party.
The words still felt strange when she heard them aloud.
Real.
Like something that was actually approaching.
She was still thinking about it when Jimin's expression changed. He looked at Yoongi more closely.
"Hyung."
Yoongi glanced at him.
"What?"
“Are you okay?”
“I'm fine.”
Jin immediately looked over.
“You don't look fine.”
“I look fine.”
"No, you don't," Hoseok said. "You look pale."
"And grumpy." Taehyung tilted his head.
Yoongi stared at him.
"I'm always grumpy."
"Not like this," Namjoon said.
"Exactly." Jin pointed toward him.
A few of them laughed, but Jimin was still watching him.
Yoongi rubbed his temple.
“You have a headache?” Jimin asked.
"Yeah."
"How bad?" Jimin frowned.
"It's fine."
"That's not an answer."
"It's just a headache, Jimin."
Jin sighed.
"For God's sake, Yoongi... At least go get something for it."
Yoongi looked around at all of them.
"You've all suddenly become doctors?"
"No," Jin said. “We're just telling you to take care of yourself for once.”
Yoongi muttered something under his breath and pushed himself to his feet.
"I'm going."
He disappeared toward the kitchen.
Y/N's eyes followed him.
She had noticed it the moment he'd walked back into the room. She just hadn't known what she was seeing. Now that the others had pointed it out, she couldn't ignore it. The faint paleness beneath his skin. The slight tension around his eyes. The way he'd been rubbing his temple. He really didn't look well.
Her attention was pulled away when Jin looked at Jungkook.
"Speaking of grumpy..."
Jungkook looked up.
"What?"
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing."
"You've been quiet all afternoon."
"I'm just tired."
Hoseok laughed.
"No. You're doing the Yoongi thing."
Jungkook frowned.
"What Yoongi thing?"
"Sitting there looking like you hate everyone."
"I don't hate anyone."
Jimin smiled.
"But you're definitely sulking."
"I'm not sulking."
Jin leaned forward. "Then why have you been staring at your phone like it personally offended you?"
Taehyung tilted his head, watching him with obvious amusement. “Go on and spill it, Jungkookie.”
Jungkook sighed. Then, after a moment, admitted quietly.
"I miss Haerin noona."
Silence.
Jin stared at him for a second before bursting out laughing.
"That's what this is?"
Jungkook looked offended.
"What's wrong with that?"
"You've been grumpy all afternoon because you miss Yoongi's stylist?"
"She made me breakfast."
That only made Jin laugh harder.
"She did not make it specifically for you, Jungkook."
"I know. But her breakfasts were good. And she was kind to me."
Hoseok shook his head, smiling.
"You really miss her."
"Yes." Jungkook crossed his arms. "I already said that."
Y/N's smile faded slightly.
Haerin.
She remembered her immediately.
How could she forget the fight she'd had with Yoongi because of that woman?
Her gaze drifted toward the kitchen. Yoongi was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is she now?" she asked carefully.
Jungkook answered without hesitation.
"Hyung moved her to another artist."
Y/N's fingers tightened slightly against the fabric of her skirt.
"He did?" She couldn't quite hide her surprise.
"Yeah." Jungkook nodded.
"Why?"
Jungkook shrugged.
“He just said he didn't want her working with him anymore.”
Jin snorted. "That's one way of putting it."
Jungkook glanced at him. "We all know that was not the real reason why he sent her off."
Jin gave Jungkook a warning look that clearly said don't. But it was too late. Jungkook had already started talking.
“She kept flirting with him,” Jungkook said.
Y/N went still.
The memory returned instantly. Haerin's voice. Her proximity. The discomfort Y/N had tried so hard to hide.
And Yoongi's expression. Cold. Uninterested.
Apparently he had quietly moved Haerin away.
He hadn't told Y/N. He hadn't used it to reassure her. He hadn't even mentioned it. He had simply done it.
A strange warmth settled somewhere beneath her ribs.
She didn't know what to do with it.
Before she could think any further, Yoongi returned from the kitchen. He was holding a glass of water and a packet of medicine. His expression had somehow become even more irritated.
Jin looked at him.
"See?"
Yoongi stopped.
"What?"
"You look worse."
"I have a headache, not a terminal illness."
"Nobody said terminal illness."
"Your faces did."
Jimin laughed.
Yoongi took the medicine and swallowed it with water.
Then his eyes moved briefly toward Y/N. She was still watching him. Their eyes met. For a second, neither looked away.
Then Yoongi lowered the glass.
"You okay?"
She nodded.
"Yeah."
He studied her for another moment before looking away.
Y/N lowered her gaze. Her thoughts were already somewhere else.
Haerin had been moved.
Yoongi had done it without asking for recognition. Without expecting her to notice. He hadn't even told her.
Just like the phone. Just like the small things at dinner. Just like the countless other gestures she had been trying not to catalogue.
Maybe he really did care that much. And that realization should have made everything easier. Instead, it only added another layer to the confusion she had been carrying since last night.
Her gaze dropped to the purple fabric covering her arms.
She had changed it for someone else.
Someone she was still desperately hoping to find.
And yet, somehow, the first person to notice the color had been Yoongi.
She didn't know why that bothered her so much.
Author's note: ✨
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