jung hoseok

That I haven’t covered actually, a double bias. It’s a separate case. 

You’ll know when you consider at what point you discovered your feelings for each. They both stand for something else. I used to bias both Jimin and Yoongi. When I look at my google activity (on this page), I searched up and biased JM after my A-levels, and YG when I entered uni. Just one week before the first course started, I typed this in:

Getting all the facts about my baby

Coincidence? I think not. Jimin and Yoongi are different types as well. I biased JM in a time where things were carefree. Yoongi once things got hard. After the intersection, Yoongi stayed since there was nothing carefree or extroverted in the last four years, Jimin was not the right match to this. 

jimin draws in people who believe they lack beauty. 

message: “look at me in a positive light”

jin draws in people who believe they lack true happiness.

message: “i’m doing great”

hobi draws in people who believe they lack power.

message: “i’ve got the charisma & strength to do it”

tae draws in people who believe they lack uniqueness.

message: “my value is distinction”

jk draws in people who believe they lack security.

message: “i can defend myself and stabilize fear”

and for the sake of completeness, as mentioned:

yoongi draws in people who believe they lack success.

message: “i do my thing and win: against all odds”

rm draws in people who believe they lack an esteemed identity.

message: “i love myself”

as i see it, the whole thing happens without people realizing they do possess what their bias has. all while their favorite themselves sees power, uniqueness and so on as a struggle point. so both think they don’t have it, but they ironically do, which is literally the best interpersonal glue you can have. it mirrors back and forth. 

Reader x Yoongi x Hoseok Genre: Angst | Smut | Arranged Marriage!AU Status: On-going Summary: “I take thee, Min Yoongi, my worst enemy, my rival since childhood, to be my lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, even if I despise you, from this day forward, for better, definitely for worse, only for prosperity and wealth, in sickness and in health, until death do us apart.”

warnings: smut, degrading names, alcohol usage, spanking, 

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gif.credit: unknown (found on google, not mine!) 

Tonight was your high-school reunion.

10 years had flown by quicker than you thought. The whole day your phone had been blowing up with messages and notifications about tonight’s event. It’s not like you weren’t excited to see your old classmates, in fact you had kept in touch with some of them (if two people counted as a lot). But, high-school was more of a blur to you than a memorable one. You were studious, quiet, and rarely included yourself with the girls, since all they were interested in was boys and makeup. You always stuck your head in books to try to go to your dream college, but people still enjoyed talking to you even though you weren’t trying to come across as “likable”. But you weren’t complaining either, since the times you did go hang out with your classmates they liked your company, and you enjoyed theirs, so seeing them again would hopefully be refreshing from your stressful life.

Project director of your father’s successful and prestigious electronic business: Tech-tonix Enterprise. It had taken you your whole high-school, college, and even four more years to achieve your position as project director, one of the highest ranks in the business. But you had to sacrifice most of your leisure time, which was fine since you would much rather be considered one of the youngest and most successful woman in Korea than struggling to get by. Your friends, and even your family, considered you to be a workaholic who will never get married nor settle down. It was half-true, you were a workaholic, and you may end up alone, but that was only because you chose to be this way. If you wanted to get married, you would’ve done it by now. Plus, with the amount of secret admirers and marriage proposals you’ve received, you were sure marriage wouldn’t be a problem, finding a man you liked would be. You were picky, you admitted it, but it was only because you didn’t want to settle for less. You were the freaking project director under your father’s business, why would you want a man who had nothing going for him or an old man who wants you as a trophy? You would rather be single than be married for the wrong reasons. Even so, your mother and your grandmother had insisted on setting you up on blind dates.

Opening your phone to check on the messages your friends had writing all day, you noticed Taehyung, one of your closer friends, had written something about Min Yoongi. You definitely could not forget about him. He was ambitious and stubborn. He was also your high-school and company’s rival. Son of The Min’s Corporation, an electronics business, just like your father’s. You both were aware of each other’s companies, therefore the competition was that much more fierce. You two were fighting for the highest class rank during your first year of high-school. And of course, you ended up being first, but after the first year he had left to America. Apparently, his parents didn’t like the fact that he wasn’t number one, you felt sorry, but you were still proud of yourself.

From: Taehyung 6:35 PM

Yo….I have some good news..well maybe not for Y/N but Min Yoongi is coming! Do you guys remember him?! He’s coming! You remember him, right Namjoon? He was closest to you. keke

From: Namjoon 6:36 PM

Yoongi is coming? I thought he was in America? We haven’t spoken since he left.

From: Taehyung 6:36 PM

Well, he had just barely accepted and checked the “going box” on the E-invite I had sent out to everyone a month ago! -_-  but I totally forgot I even sent him one anyways. LMAO

From: Namjoon 6:37 PM

That’s good then. It’ll be nice to see the son of a CEO at our reunion. He’s the only one I know that is heir to a good company.

You scoffed after reading Namjoon’s text, another one of your close friend’s text. Everyone always forgot the fact that you were also the heir to a “good company.” You were positive it had something to do with you being a girl.

From: You 6:37 PM

Funny how I’m the daughter of a CEO to a good company as well. A very good company that can hack into your computer, Joon.

From: Taehyung 6:38 PM

HAHAHA! Joon is in trouble kekeke~~~

From: Namjoon 6:38 PM

Namjoon has left the group

From: Taehyung 6:38 PM

Taehyung has added Kim Namjoon to the group

Ya!~ Don’t leave I’m sure our little Y/N, is just kidding. But, I’m excited to see you guys tonight at eight!! I’m so excited!! Get dressed right now! Look nice!

From: Namjoon 6:40 PM

You just saw us yesterday, Tae….

From: Taehyung 6:40 PM

Whatever. I’ll see you guys later! Byeeeeeeeeeee!~~~

You had an eerie feeling about tonight. Not just because Yoongi is coming, but you just had a gut feeling things were not going to be good tonight. Running your fingers through your hair, you decided to just push away those thoughts and go home to get ready. You used to hardly wear any form of a dress or wear makeup when you were younger, in fear that your skin would go old like your mother’s. But once you started wearing it, you realized how fun it was. You decided to put on some light makeup and wear a black tight knee-length dress. You curled your hair, and stepped into you high-heels, taking one last look in the mirror before leaving your house. You were nervous. You were nervous that people were going to make fun of the way you looked and dressed. Deciding to change again, you wore a plain white tee with some jeans, then realizing it was way too casual. Checking the time it was already 7:48, so you rushed back into your closet and put on your first outfit again, deciding to not care about what others thought of you (plus Taehyung hated it when people were late to his events).

You pulled up at Taehyung’s restaurant he owned, Ray of Sunshine, and made your way inside. The place was small and cozy near the Han River, inside were hardwood floors and aesthetic portraits Taehyung had taken during his travels. He took his culinary seriously and even spent two years in Europe to perfect his dishes and spices. Which is why you enjoyed his food so much, they were vibrant and almost heavenly. As you made your way inside,the smell of rosemary and grilled meat filled the air. You made you way towards Namjoon and Taehyung and their other friend, Jin. But you couldn’t help but notice your old friend, Sooyoung, who you heard married her high school sweetheart, Park Jimin. You waved towards them and smiled, earning the same response back. Namjoon stood up from his seat and spread his arms wide open, pulling you in for an embrace. You groaned and rolled your eyes, “Stop acting like we don’t see each other often.” You whispered into his ears, causing him to giggle.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile, how have you been?” Namjoon began to ask, still pretending as though he hadn’t just seen you yesterday.

“Horrible. The moment I saw you I feel sick to my stomach.” You joked, holding onto your stomach.

“Ouch, Y/N is still the same I see.” Jin smiled, “Nice to see you again, after ten years?”

You nodded your head and smiled back, “It has been ten years. Nice to see you’re still looking well.”

“Of course, this handsome face will never age.” He winked.

You internally groaned and remembered just exactly why you didn’t–refused to hang out with Jin. Taehyung and Namjoon had tried multiple times to get you and Jin “together” claiming you both would be a good fit, but you could not stand hearing him talk about himself or his dad jokes. He was handsome, really handsome, but you just weren’t interested in a man who was clearly more interested in himself.

You nodded awkwardly and took a seat next to Sooyoung, who hugged you as soon as you sat down.

“I’ve missed you so much, Y/N! How come you never contacted me?” She pouted as she crossed her arms against her chest.

To be quite honest, the only reason you never bothered to contact majority of your old classmates was because you were too busy. And if they claimed to have missed you so much, they knew you were the daughter of Tech-Tonix’s CEO, therefore they could always call your office building. It wasn’t impossible to have lunch with you.

“Hi, Sooyoung. How are you doing?” You replied ignoring her first statement.

“I’m living the dream life as a stay-home wife. Jimin treats me so well.” She giggled, cupping her cheeks with her hands, “What about you? I heard you’re working under your father’s company?”

You nodded your head and smiled, “I am. I just got promoted to project director, and I’m working with the design team to launch a new video-game sometime next year.”

“Wow…that sounds..good.” She chuckled, “Anyways, enough about work. Is it true your mom is setting blind dates up for you? Because I know a really good doctor who would be the perfect match for you. He’s a workaholic just like you. Plus, you no longer look the same as you did in high-school so he’ll definitely like you.”

You wished you could roll your eyes and push her back so she could fall off her seat. Another person to add on the list to remind you of how single you were. What a wonderful beginning to this long night.

“It’s completely fine. I’m content with where I am.” You replied with a smile.

“Are you sure? He’s really sweet and kind. Let me just give you his number, he’s really kind. I think he’s one of the doctors at your mom’s hospital as well.” She was persistent, you gave her that, but you really weren’t interested, plus how desperate would you sound if you were to take a stranger’s number from a high-school reunion? That just screams lonely.

“Sorry, I don’t date anyone who works under my mom or my dad. I dislike mixing my work with my personal life.” You replied, declining the card she was shoving into your hand, “Maybe you could save that number for Mina, she’s coming in a bit and has been looking for someone to settle down with.”

Sooyoung rolled her eyes and groaned, “I’ll pass.”

You could hear Taehyung and Namjoon snickering in the back, fully knowing how irritated you were with Sooyoung in the matter of two minutes since you’ve been here. It’s no wonder she is a trophy wife. Good for her.

“I think everyone is starting to get hangry, yes?” Taehyung chuckled, looking at you, “The dishes are almost done, so let’s settle down and get ready to dine..and–” He walked to the back of the counter to grab something, placing behind him, “–wine!” He placed the expensive wine bottle on the table and winked.

Around two hours later, more people had shown up, leading to a total of seven bottles of wine being opened and drinked. Everyone was beginning to feel tipsy and were much more talkative. You were surprised a handful of people had shown up, people you didn’t even think who would care to come to something like this. But even so, it was nice hearing and seeing your old classmates.

“So who wants to bet if Min Yoongi is going to show up or not?” Sooyoung slurred as she took another sip of her wine.

“I bet twenty dollars he’s not going to come.” One of your old classmates, Jinyoung laughed as he took out his wallet, slamming a twenty on the table.

“I-I think he’s going to come. I mean why else would he accept my invitation.” Taehyung mumbled, “Yeah, he’s a little late, but who knows?”

“A little late? He’s two hours late. He mind as well stay home, or go back to America. It’s not like anyone remembers him anyways.” Jinyoung scoffed.

“I do.” Namjoon stated, “He was a good guy. I think you’ve been drinking too much.”

“Yoongi was an asshole, that’s it. We all know it. Right, Y/N?” Sooyoung turned her head to look at you.

You shrugged your shoulders and didn’t respond, not wanting to add fuel to the fire. Even if he was a brat, you didn’t see why your opinion should matter. You disliked him because of business reasons, it didn’t mean you hated him as a person.

“Come on, you guys, cut him a little slack. None of you guys even got to know him as a person.” Taehyung responded, “I think we all should just give him the benefit of the doubt.”

“Who knows? Maybe his flight was delayed.” A husky voice spoke from behind you guys.

“Yoongi?” Taehyung cocked his head to the side.

Everyone turned their heads around to see a tall, bleached haired man standing in between the two front doors. You had forgotten how he looked, still having the image of his fifteen year old self ingrained your head. But seeing him after thirteen years, he looked more mature, but he still had the same pale complexity. The room was immediately silenced with his presence. The only noise there was was the sound of his shoes clicking against the floor.

“Continue with your conversation, don’t let me stop you guys.” He chuckled, “But it seems I’m not welcomed, so I’ll just drop off this bottle of champagne and take my leave.”

Placing his bottle of champagne on the table, Yoongi turned around, but before he could leave Taehyung grabbed his wrist and apologized, “Sorry, these guys have been drinking too much. Stay, we all want to catch up with you. We haven’t seen you since freshmen year, so that’s thirteen years since we last seen you.”

“No really, I’m busy anyways. I just arrived and I already need to fill out some paperwork for my company.” Yoongi replied, “Enjoy the bottle for me.”

Everyone watched as he left the restaurant, the room not only still quiet but now filled with awkward tension. You felt a pang of guilt in your stomach as you saw the look on Taehyung’s face grow into a frown. You knew how much effort he put to create this event, and even if he barely knew Yoongi, you knew how much it meant to him for everyone to have stayed.

“Are you okay?” You whispered to Taehyung.

He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, “No, I’m sad. Let’s just call it a night.”

Everyone awed and shook their heads, begging Taehyung to just finish the night. But once Taehyung made a decision, he was stubborn and persistent about it. Plus, no one liked a grumpy Tae, he was a pain in the ass.

“Really you guys. Just go home. It was nice seeing everyone again.” Standing up from his seat, he walked away into the kitchen.

You looked over to Namjoon and took a breath, before you both began to kick out the drunk classmates who had ruined the night. After everyone left, you met up with Tae in the back and rested your hand on his shoulder.

“You okay?” You sighed, “What a night.”

“It sucks. I planned this whole night out, and those dipshits ruined it. Honestly, I just wanted to have a good time with everyone, but we couldn’t even have that.” He groaned.

“That’s because they are dipshits, Tae.” You laughed, “Let’s go drink at the bar near your place. I think we could use a couple of shots.”

Shaking his head, he refused your offer, “Nah. I’m going to stay here to clean up and loathe in my despair.”

“Want me to stay and clean up too?” You asked him, tilting your head to see his puffy eyes.

“No, but I’ll meet you up at the bar later? A drink may sound pretty good after cleaning up this shit.” He chuckled.

You nodded your head and decided to head out to the bar near his restaurant by yourself. It was located on the busier side of Seoul where most of the young and fresh people hung out. Plus the bartenders knew how to do their jobs, unlike in the so called “richer” side. Those bartenders were just as snobby as the people. As you squeezed your way past the people inside, you took a seat in front of the bar and ordered your usual margarita.

“I’m guessing the party ended?” A familiar voice spoke from the side of you.

You turned your head and noticed the same bleached hair and white dress shirt sitting in the seat next to you. You chuckled before replying to him, “And I’m guessing you didn’t have any paperwork to do either, Yoongi.”

He smirked and nodded, “Oops, I’ve been caught.”

You took a sip of you drink, still feeling Yoongi’s eyes on you.

“You look nice.” He complimented.

You should feel disgusted with his compliment, but for some reason it didn’t bother, but still you chose to ignore him, pretending as though it didn’t have an effect on you.

“You know, people usually thank others for a compliment.” He laughed, “Plus, I mean it. You look nice. I remember when you used to be so fa–”

“Okay thank you for the compliment! No need to bring up the past.” You groaned.

“That’s all I wanted to hear, a simple “thank you.” Now was that so hard?” He smirked.

You needed more than one drink if you were going to be talking to Yoongi. Ordering another margarita, you finished your first cup and took another sip out of your new one.

One drink turned into five. Throughout those drinks Yoongi and you were, of course, arguing like old time. It started again with both your company; Yoongi claiming Min’s Corporation was better, and you defending Tech-tonix. Then after that, it was fighting about whether or not you were drunk, to which Yoongi began ordering and drinking more of his whiskey to show you how drunk you were and imitating your actions. Shortly after you both had began a race to see who was more drunk by drinking more. And for some odd reason, it resulted back to Yoongi’s apartment.

Hands running through his hair, yanking onto the back of his head. He unlocked his door and slammed it shut as you both made it inside, he pushed you against it the cold frame and placed his lips onto yours. His kisses were sloppy, and his mouth tasted like alcohol, but you were sure yours did too. His tongue explored your mouth, and his hands traveled down to the back of your dress. He broke away from the kiss and placed his forehead against yours feeling his hot breath against your face.

“You could always back out. Just say the word, and I’ll take you home.” He finally spoke. You nodded your head, “It’s okay. I want to. Plus, we’re both too drunk to drive” He chuckled, caressing your one of your cheeks with his hand, before placing his lips back onto yours. His kisses were slowly becoming more aggressive. You softly bit his lips, earning a groan from him. Just one simple groan, caused your stomach to turn and your heat to rise. You wanted to hear more of him. He unzipped your dress, leaving you in your undergarments. The cold air brushed against your skin. He pulled away to admire your body, running his hands down your waist. Looking back into your eyes, he placed his lips on yours as he walked you into his bedroom. He pulled his shirt over his head, unbuttoning and pulling his pants down. You watched his fast movements and enjoyed the sight of him undressing. He wasn’t muscular nor defined, but it didn’t matter because his toned chest made up for it. You traced your fingers against his body, capturing every part of his build. You watched him shiver under your touch, as you lowered your cold fingers down to his boxers, where his growing member was located. You grazed against it, before giving it a small squeeze. He bit his lip, holding back his moan. The sight of him growing weak for you was turning you on, but your short amount of dominance was coming to end as the corner of his lips curved into a devilish smirk. He spun you around and pushed you onto the bed before crawling towards up to you. Licking his bottom lip seductively, you were excited to see what he was capable of. Hooking his fingers onto your panties he pulled them down to your ankles, eyes full of hunger. As he dipped down to your thighs, peppering kisses until he reached your throbbing core. You wanted him. You were just as hungry as he was, you wanted him to taste you. “Beg.” He demanded, “If you want me to taste you, beg.” You were eager for him, desperate almost. You’ve never begged before, if anything the guys were the one who did most of the pleading. You were never one to ask, which made this moment even more enticing. You propped yourself on your elbows, as you looked into his dark eyes. “I don’t want to.” You teased, “Make me.” He flashed that same smirk once again, causing shivers down your spine. You wanted to see just what he can do to make you beg. “Always so fucking stubborn” He scoffed, “I’ll make you beg, but are you sure you’re ready for it?” “Positive.” You whispered. He sat up and grabbed your hand pulling you close to him, before spinning you around, lying on your stomach. You weren’t sure what he was going to do, but you were excited for it. You were getting wet just thinking about it. Until, suddenly you felt a hard slap on your butt, causing you to yelp. “I don’t like naughty girls.” He growled before slapping you again, “So beg, and I’ll stop.” “I’m not going to.” You spat. He slapped your ass again, causing you to groan again. It hurt, but for some reason you were enjoying it. In fact, you liked the pain he was causing on your ass. He kept slapping you until finally you decided to give in. “Please, just fuck me already.” You begged, “I want you to fuck me, please.” “I thought you didn’t beg? I’m disappointed.” He chuckled. “Consider yourself lucky then.” You groaned, “So fuck me and get on with it.” You turned to see his reaction, and of course, you were satisfied. He had his tongue poking against his cheek, smiling before grabbing your waist and turning you around to face him. He placed his thumb on your clit and began moving it in circular motions causing you to moan loudly. You didn’t dare look away, keeping your eyes on his as he was rubbing you. You wanted him to know just how much you wanted him, and to your surprise, he didn’t look away either. “Do you like this?” He asked, his voice sounding harsh, “I’m not going to fuck you yet since you’ve been a naughty little bitch.” With that, he licked his finger and stuck it inside your throbbing core, “You’re so wet, yet I haven’t even fucked you yet.” “Fuck..” You moaned, “Please, just fuck me.” Ignoring your pleas, he chuckled before sticking another finger inside you. You practically grinding on his fingers, wanting more. Your breathing was heavy, and you were grabbing onto the sheets. The sound of his fingers moving inside you was causing you to build pressure. You were close, and you knew he could feel your walls clenching around his fingers. And just when you were about to come, he took out his fingers and placed them inside his mouth. “What the hell?!” You frowned, as you watched him clean his fingers with his tongue. Ready to argue some more, he pulled down his boxers revealing his long and slender member. Giving it some strokes before sliding it against your wet pussy. “Fuck this feels so good.” You moaned, “Please don’t stop.” “Now you’re really begging, huh?” He laughed. He continued sliding it a couple more times, before grabbing a condom from his drawer and placing it on his cock. Slowly inserting it inside you, both your moans filled the silent room. You could feel it stretching your tight walls, as it throbbed its way deep inside you. Arching your back, you unhooked your bra, pulling it off for him to see your bare chest. You watched him stare with admiration as you squeezed your breasts together. He grabbed your hips and thrusted into you, watching as your boobs moved along with his movements. He smirked at the sight of them bouncing as he increased his pace. Biting your lip, you felt that same rush come back to you, ready to release on his cock. You grabbed onto the sheets and curled your toes, breathing heavily as you looked him in the eyes. “Come for me.” He smiled, “Come on my dick.” He sped up, watching your eyebrows crease as you moaned. Grinding on his cock, you moved your hips until you came and trembled all over him. He pulled himself out of you and lied down, patting his thighs, “Ride me, until I come.” You nodded and weakly sat up on his body, inserting his cock inside you. You already felt yourself getting ready to come again as you began to ride on his hard dick. He kept his eyes on you as you bounced, with his parted lips, a soft moan escaped his mouth. Grabbing onto your hips, he thrusted inside you harshly, not stopping until finally he rolled his head back, shaking and filling his condom up with his cum.

The next morning, you woke up with a huge headache. Turning to face the sight of a half-naked, still asleep, Yoongi, and you soon remembered where and who you were with. You could barely remember the events that took place last night that led up to you having sex with him, but before you could reflect on your actions you moved Yoongi’s arm, that was draped across your stomach, and quickly grabbed your stuff and got dressed. Leaving Yoongi’s apartment before he could realize you were gone, you jumped into a taxi and headed back to your place, not ready to face the rest of your day.

Reader x Yoongi Summary: BigHit Entertainment was supposed to be the start of your producing career, and when Bang Si-Hyuk assigns you to work with the popular group BTS, things don’t go according to plan because of the hot-headed, perfectionist: Min Yoongi. Rating (Overall): NC-17 Status: On-Going

Masterlist Part 10

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You didn’t expect Yoongi to follow you as you both continued to make your way up to the cliffs. To be very honest, you weren’t really sure if Taehyung did come here, but you didn’t want to give in to Yoongi, especially since he was acting like a jerk yesterday. Nonetheless, you had a feeling Yoongi would follow you due to your observant eyes; you noticed he wasn’t touching his phone often like he would. His eyes were always glued to it no matter what, and he would always use it to check on his emails and text messages. Therefore you suspected either one: he actually was enjoying his time and did want to follow you, or the more logical one: his phone died. He didn’t even need to tell you it died, you already knew, but you could tell he was obviously hiding his dead battery.

Reader x Yoongi Summary: BigHit Entertainment was supposed to be the start of your producing career, and when Bang Si-Hyuk assigns you to work with the popular group BTS, things don’t go according to plan because of the hot-headed, perfectionist: Min Yoongi. Rating (Overall): NC-17 Status: On-Going Warnings this chapter contains: alcohol consumption, sexual harassment

(GIF is not mine) Masterlist Part 9

Yoongi’s POV

Earlier

Once the clock struck eight, everyone made their way inside the cabin were the rest of the night would end. Before the actual drinking and partying, Bang PD gave his typical “thank you for being here speech” which no one really listened to. Everyone giving their fake applause and cheers so that he wouldn’t drag on his speech since he had a bad habit of doing that. Shortly after, drinks and shots were given out, and the cabin’s silence replaced with loud music. I noticed from the corner of my eyes, Y/N quickly making her way to the empty kitchen, after seeing Bang PD walk towards us with a bottle of liquor, and an overly ecstatic smile. She sat on the chair next to the counter, eyeing the bowl of juice, which was clearly spiked with alcohol.

“She’d better not drink that.” I thought to myself, I couldn’t help but have an eerie feeling she would. Though I couldn’t confirm my thoughts since Bang PD shoved the shot of liquor against my lips. I closed my eyes and let the bitterness of the alcohol burn the back of my throat, making it’s way down; I was never a fan of liquor.

Trying to avoid Bang PD’s extra shots, I made my way outside to the patio. I sat on the benches near the stairs, and began admiring the beautiful scenery in front of me. It’s not everyday I get to see the woods; the moon’s reflection against the water, the quietness and peacefulness, the crickets chirping, it was much more blissful here than in Seoul. I felt inspired to write something until a voice interrupted my thoughts.

“Yoongi, you’re not drinking?” I watched as the figured entered from the dark, revealing to be Ki-Woong. He made his way up the steps, stopping in front of me. He had his usual smug look on his face. I’ve always had a strong disliking for him. He was also too cocky and acted like he was hot-shit whenever it came to music, or in general. Always liked to hear compliments, but could never take criticism. People like that won’t get far, he’s lucky he’s still around actually.

“No, I’m not.” I answered back, not making any eye contact with him, in hopes of him just walking inside, leaving me to my solitude. But I already knew that wouldn’t happen, as I watched his lips part.

“Always thinking you’re too cool for everyone.” He scoffed, taking a step closer to me until I could smell the heavy and gross smell of alcohol invade my space, “But you’re really not.”

I chose to ignore him, remaining expressionless. It honestly wasn’t worth my time to talk back. I knew even if I wouldn’t hear the end of it, big ass mouth for a big ass loser. He backed off from me and chuckled, mumbling some words before making his way inside.  

After a couple of minutes or so, I went back inside since the pesky mosquitos began attacking me. I walked in and noticed the crowdedness of the living room. They had begun karaoking, adding more noise to cabin. Not to mention they were drunk, therefore it was a bunch of slurs and yelling into the mic rather than actual singing. I found comfort in the empty kitchen, sitting in one of the stools watching the intoxicated people sing to Kim Bum Soo’s “I Miss You.” I suddenly remembered Y/N randomly, maybe it was me being in the kitchen and all. I looked around and noticed the whole bowl of juice was gone, not that I was going to drink any since it was obviously spiked. It’s just, like I said, it reminded me of Y/N. There was no sign of her in visible sight. I stood up and started to looking for her, for some weird reason, making my way back towards the living room, squeezing through the crowd.

That’s when I saw it. Ki-Woong’s arm snaking its way around Y/N’s waist. She was obviously too drunk to stop him as she was using all her strength to push him off. Seeing the sight disgusted me, made my blood boil. Though I wasn’t sure what I was more disgusted with, Ki-Woong’s pervy ass or seeing Y/N drunk. But I definitely wasn’t mad or jealous. Though my actions said otherwise, since I found myself yanking Ki-Woong off her before his lips could touch hers.

“What the fu–” Ki-Woong groaned, but I didn’t even let him finish as my fist found its way to his shoulder. He was also drunk, too drunk, to retaliate as he fell and tumbled back from my punch. I quickly grabbed Y/N’s hand and dragged her outside. I walked to the benches that were a bit further from the cabin, sitting her down on the seat.

“Yoongi?”

Present

I watched her squint her eyes, trying to get a better image of me. I didn’t respond to her, I was still too angry and annoyed at what just happened.

“It can’t be him,” She mumbled to herself. Looking up to me, she tilted her head and scratched her head. With the light hitting her half-lidded eyes, I couldn’t help but feel nervous gazing into them. Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, her lips were a bright red. I quickly looked away, still not answering her. I started questioning my motive. Why did I take her outside? I could’ve just left her in there after shoving Ki-Woong away. I don’t know. If I could be completely honest, these past couple days I’ve been questioning myself recently, and they all revolved around her.

“Yoongi?” She asked once more.

I rolled my eyes at her. In this drunken state she can recognize me, but can’t recognize a fucking pervert touching her. I felt my blood beginning to boil again just watching her gather her thoughts.

“Get ahold of yourself. It’s really pathetic.” I finally let out. I truly didn’t mean to be so blunt and rude, but I couldn’t help myself, she really looked like a fool.

She shook her head in confusion and stuttered, “P-pathetic? I’m acting pathetic? Excuse me? Who do you think you are talking to me like this?”

“Well it’s the truth. You’re pathetic. What kind of girl drinks knowing she can’t drink? I don’t know about you, but that sounds pathetic” Immediately standing up from her seat, she poked me on the shoulder and raised her voice, “How was I supposed to know the fruit punch was spiked?! It tastes like juice!” She exclaimed, while placing her hands on her hips. To be quite honest, I wasn’t expecting her to retaliate, but hearing her talk back to me made me more angry. It was like adding fuel to the growing fire. I scoffed before replying to her.

“Well obviously you didn’t! Or else we wouldn’t be here right now, would we smart one?”

She rolled her eyes and scoffed. I could see her eyes glistening with tears, obviously trying to hold herself back. There was a moment of silence before she spoke again, “Then why did you help me then, Yoongi? You could’ve just left me in there.” She sounded more sad than angry, I had to admit, maybe I was being a bit rude, but I was still so angry. My words came out like vomit.

“Oh so you did want to get touched by him? Then go back in there! No one is stopping you, definitely not Ki-Woong, definitely not me.”

“Fuck you.” She cried.

“I’m so glad I could be of help, your highness. You’re so very welcome.” I couldn’t stand being in the same place as her anymore, I knew if I did I would’ve said more things I would regret. After all, she is human too. I turned my back from her and marched back inside the cabin, ignoring my surroundings until I felt two hands on my shoulders, stopping me from storming to my room. I looked up and saw Rin standing in front of me with a worried expression.

“Yoongi have you seen Y/N? I’ve been looking all over for her.” Rin asked, furrowing both his eyebrows together.

“Outside.” I quickly said before removing both his hands off my shoulder. Walking up the stairs, and making my way into my room. Slamming my door and retreating to my bed, I groaned loudly into my pillow, regretting the words I had said to Y/N. As much as I didn’t like her, that was really fucked up of me. But what’s said is said, I shouldn’t dwell on the past. I decided to wash up and head to bed afterwards, maybe I’ll just blame the alcohol for tonight, even though I know I didn’t have a lot to drink. But I knew one thing; I wasn’t ready to spend another 2 days here with her.

The next morning I woke up early feeling extremely lethargic. I forced myself to get up and make some coffee in hopes of feeling better. I immediately noticed the messy living room. I hated when things were messy and unclean, so I began to clean up the space a bit. Cans lying all over the place, bits of food lying in random places. I heard footsteps coming down from the stairs and turned my head to the direction of the sound. Jimin.

“Hyung, you’re up early.” He smiled while scratching the back of his head, he started picking up some cups and cans helping me clear out the mess.

“Yeah, so are you.” I answered back.

“Yeah, I went to bed early yesterday. How was it actually?”

“Eh. Same ol.” I replied monotonously, hoping he wouldn’t ask anymore questions, but these days people just can’t read between the lines or something.

“Did Y/N have a good time? I’m still worried about her since the whole ‘Ki-Woong-shoving-her-in-the-lake’ incident. Man, that was a dick move.” Jimin groaned before shoving a cup into the trashcan.

“I don’t know, I didn’t see her yesterday.”

“You didn’t? I guess I’ll ask her when she wakes up then. Are you still going to go hiking with us later today?”

“Maybe, I might just stay in. I don’t want to go outside.”  

“Okay, let me know if you do want to. It’ll be fun.” He smiled brightly

Around noon, majority of the people who weren’t too hungover woke up and gathered in the living room, basically Rin and my members. They were debating on still going on the hike, since they were all tired, but of course, they were still determined to go since it was one of the things they wanted to do here. Y/N had woken up and joined the conversation. Her hair was unkempt and I could see the residue of last night’s makeup spread across her eyes. I guess she either didn’t remember last night, or was just pretending to be like her usual self. Though I caught her a few times glaring at me.

“So basically the whole BTS gang is going hiking, along with myself and Y/N?” Rin asked.

“Yup! Since everyone’s too tired to go for a nice nature walk.” Taehyung answered sounding disappointed.

“Hungover, not tired.” Rin corrected, whilst patting his head and forcing a smile.

Taehyung frowned and folded his arms, “Same thing. Well go get ready, we’re leaving 1:30, so anyone can still join us.”

“Yoongi are you still going?” Jimin looked over to me before making his way up the stairs. I shook my head no and rubbed my temple.

“No, I’m just going to stay in.” Though I had already decided to stay in, I watched Y/N’s face fall to relief while tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. I chuckled, I suddenly had a change in mind, “Actually, I think I’m going to go. I don’t have anything else to do here. I might as well go on a nature walk too.”

I heard Y/N let out a heavy sigh, as she rubbed the nape of her neck, obviously not pleased to hear my sudden announcement. Getting up from my seat, I looked towards her direction and noticed the color drained out of her face, while staring at her clasped hands.

After everyone was ready, we were to meet up outside at one the benches, the same place where Y/N and I fought yesterday. Rin and my members were already done and were waiting for the rest.

“Is Y/N coming, still?” Jungkook asked, adjusting his shoelaces.

Rin shrugged his shoulders, “She said she was, but I don’t know,” Rin turned his head towards my direction and raised an eyebrow, “Did something happen yesterday, Yoongi? When I came out Y/N was crying.”

“C-crying?! Why?!” Jimin exclaimed, eyes widening.

“I don’t know. Ask her.” I answered back, ignoring all the eyes that were suddenly on me. Rin just nodded his head, while keeping his gaze towards you. I knew he probably sensed something was up. He always knew how to read people’s expression.

We waited for a while for Y/N to come, until finally she came out wearing a magenta windbreaker with her hair tied in a ponytail. She had an apologetic look on her face, “Sorry, I was trying to find something to wear.”

“No it’s okay, you ready to go?” Taehyung asked, wrapping one of his hands around her neck. She nodded and walked ahead with Taehyung. I stared at their retrieving figures before following behind. The walk there should take us to the base of the mountain to hike. Somewhere on the website I had read that it’s pretty simple and straight to the point. I checked the pamphlet, reading about the wildlife and any plants we might find along the way. Occasionally I’d see a blur of magenta and glance to see Y/N occupied with one of the younger ones, before staring around her at the surreal sights.

Finally we had reached the base of the hike, a near to rusty sign welcoming us and stating a couple general rules; nothing important. Rin turned around to face all of us.

“-tay together, don’t wan-” I sort of just blanked him out due to already knowledging myself of these things. I always come prepared. Everyone listened well and we started the hike.

Throughout the hike, I stayed a little behind the group. I had started to regret coming because I wasn’t in the mood to hike. I knew secretly inside that me tagging along was just to see Y/N flustered. It was a bad idea. To be very honest, I don’t even know why she even had an impact on my decision. I must’ve still been groggy. Clearing my mind off minor things, I took the opportunity to really take in the scenery. Everything was calming. The trees had a slight sway due to the wind and little sunlight filtered in throughout the cracks. It was really easy to get lost within this forest, the freedom up here and the fact that it was easy to breathe made everything better. The wildlife here were like computer graphics, deers peering at us after eating their meals, butterflies flying through our group, one even landing on Hoseok’s fluffy head. It was very beautiful.

We took a rest after what felt like hours of walking. From where we were at, you could see the wide lake, glittering from the sun’s reflection. It was getting late now as we watch the sun set, and we were all getting pretty tired, with the exception of Taehyung and Hoseok, whose energy level were as high as ever. They kept the mood lively amongst us. We decided to continue walking to find a restroom that was said to be nearby, arriving shortly after. We had to navigate using our flashlights on our cellphones, and also using Rin’s mega light that could pretty much be morning itself. I excused myself to wash my hands in the bathroom. The bathroom was the condition of pretty much any public restroom. Void of toilet paper, stinking of pee, and a very run down interior design. Disgustingly, I turned the faucet one and applied what was left of their soap. As I was finishing washing, Taehyung popped his head inside.

“Hey we’re going to go on ahead and continue hiking, Yoongi. Y/N is using the restroom to clean up too. Uh, the both of you can meet us later, okay? Same path and trail!” Taehyung smiled and waved, before disappearing. I hurriedly dried my hands and as I exited, Taehyung was near the edge of the road, almost gone, the light barely visible. I opened my mouth to tell them to stop and wait for me, but I turned around and stared at the “Women’s” sign, a bitter pang in my mouth. I took a step forward, grabbing my phone to light up the path, but darkness embraced me. I pressed the power button, and to my luck, nothing popped up. I was really being punished now.

Great. I thought to myself. It’s true I came here because of Y/N, but I didn’t think I’d actually get stuck with her. I walked up to the side of the bathroom, leaning against the wall. She took a while to come out, not that I was worried. I ending up walking back and forth, kicking pebbles and sticks until I heard a voice.

“Oh. You. Are you the only one here?” She shot, sounding like poison from her mouth. I watched her lips form into a small frown, obviously still bitter from yesterday probably.

“Yup, I’m stuck with you. Tragic isn’t it?” I sighed, starting to walk up the trail. I walked slowly to give enough time for her to follow until I softly heard the sound of her shoes dragging against the dirt.

“You didn’t have to stay you know. You have a bad habit of taking care of someone you don’t like.” She shot, “I could’ve just caught up with you guys.”

I folded my arms and ignored her. I stared at her, and she stared back, a little eye contest going on. She broke it first, diverting it to the ground. She needed to let it out her system since I got mine out yesterday. I heard little mumbles from her mouth, she sounded just like a little kid. Cute. It was a good thing she was behind me, or else she would’ve seen my growing smile.

“Just accept my kindness.” I lied. She didn’t need to know that I needed her more than me, “Is your phone working? I don’t want to use my battery.”

She reached into her pocket, and handed it to me. I saw a glimpse of her lockscreen, a family photo with Y/N and a couple other people. I smiled, but turned on the flashlight so she wouldn’t be suspicious. We followed the way I saw Taehyung, using our little light to follow through the trail.

As we continued walking, we ran into a big problem. There were two paths: one for the cliffs, and one for the mountain top. Taehyung didn’t mention which one they were going to, but I recalled one of them saying something about the mountain top. It would make sense, right? Climbing to reach the top? It only made sense. I moved towards the top path, but Y/N spoke up.

“It’s the cliffs.” Y/N confidently stated behind me. I turned around and saw her pointing to the left, where the cliff sign was located. I laughed and shook my head no, pointing to the right, “I think it’s the mountain top. Logically talking”

“I remember Taehyung saying something about the cliffs, and since he organized this whole trip I say follow his instructions.Don’t you remember? ” She spoke once again, walking up to where you were, “You could go that way, but I’m going to the cliffs. Maybe now you won’t have to be stuck with me.”

“I still think it’s the mountain top. Why would Taehyung go to the cliffs? There’s nothing at the cliffs. Come on, let’s think logically.”

“Well why would Taehyung go the mountain tops? It’s boring, it’s unlike him. Instead, I should be asking what’s there on the cliffs? The top to see blank nothings. It’s late, what’s there to see?” She walked past me and continued to make her way up the path.

“Why are you acting like you know him? I’ve known him for 6 years, and–umm–I think you’ve only known him for 3 months. I think I know how Taehyung thinks.”

“It’s not like I’m not telling you to follow me, do whatever you want, since you’re so great at that.”

“So you do remember? Guess whoever finds the group wins and whoever loses, gets lost. I’ll look forward to sending a search team for you.” I scoffed, raising an eyebrow. She stopped her tracks and walked back to where I was at, poking my shoulder, “Of course I do. How could I forget you being a fucking dick yesterday?”

“Ouch, was that supposed to be offensive? I already know I’m one sweetheart, don’t need to remind me twice.” I flashed a fake smile, to which she rolled her eyes and turned her back on me again.

“Do whatever you want, I’m going with or without you. Plus, “ she extended her hand and motioned it towards me, “I need my phone back.”

Damn. That was right, my phone was dead. Plus without any light, I wouldn’t even be able to go on by myself. I reluctantly handed her phone back, along with a frown on my face. She flashed a fake smile towards me, using the same trick I did on her. Cute. She then made her way up to the path of doom, a little dramatic, but that was only because I ended up following her. I already knew we would end up lost.

a/n: THATS IT! I’m sorry it’s not much, since I made y’all wait so long. But it’s only because I had to cut the next chapter and this one in half. I’ll try to stay consistent with my posts and have the next part updated next week. I’ve just been busy and sick. Thank you for reading it this far! hoped you enjoyed it!

Description: One shot series of BTS reminiscing on their first love.  

Word Count: 8,277K (OMG I KNOW RIGHTT! Sorry not sorry!)

Genre: Fluff, angst

a/n: I’m so excited for this oneshot series! I’ve been trying to find a good topic for a one shot series and suddenly when I was writing The Last One, this thought of BTS’ first love came into mind. Hope y’all like it! I actually finished it tonight, so I was so frickin’ excited to upload it!

Seokjin  Yoongi  Hoseok  Namjoon  Jimin Taehyung  Jungkook

Our first love. The most memorable love of all. Though every story is different, first loves are the hardest to forget and they don’t always last forever.

“Who was my first love?” Taehyung asks. He looks up at the ceiling and cups his chin, letting out a deep breath. The corner of his lip forming into a smile. “Just like everyone else’s, I guess. Unforgettable, cherishable. But things happen.” He whispers the last part softly, “Even now I can still remember some moments where my heart began to race.”

Taehyung’s First Love:

“Tae! Tae!” I heard a voice echo loudly into my ear, waking me up from my deep slumber. I lifted my head off my desk, still half asleep.

“What? Who’s bothering my beauty sleep?” I grumbled with my eyes still closed.

“B-beauty sleep? I don’t see anything attractive.” A feminine voice snickered.

Shortly after I felt a hand smack the back of my head. The girly voice that had awoken me was all too familiar now, plus the hand smacking my head was just the “cherry on the top.” It belonged to only one person, the only person mean enough to hit and wake me up: Y/N, Y/L/N.  She was our high-school’s scariest girl. Everyone feared her presence. I mean, she always did live up to her nickname we gave her when we were young: “Piggy”. The dark and heavy makeup she wore did not help her either, which she claimed was a “popular trend” in America. I beg to differ though, she looked like a raccoon. Though she was just physically intimidating, I knew the real her: on the inside, she was the biggest dork and weirdo. That being said, she was also one of my bestest friends. We both met each other in elementary school, and from then on, it was as though fate had assigned us to be together, literally, our teacher had assigned us to be partners. We have been friends since. Although, she was mean sometimes, like really mean, I sort of missed her when she had suddenly moved away during our 5th grade. I never really got to know why, but she came back to Daegu for middle school, and had explained it all, though, I hardly even recognized her at first.

Middle School

“Yo!!!Check out the new girl!” Jinyoung laughed, grabbing onto my shoulder whilst shaking it crazily.

Lee Jinyoung, my other best friend along with Y/N. We both practically grew up together and went to the same schools, had the same classes, and even shared the same neighborhood. He was there for me when Y/N moved away, and ever since we both grew closer, sadly forgetting her along the way.

I turned around to see who the girl in front of the class was. She had long, pretty, black hair and her skin was milky white. While we were staring, she must’ve had a piece of her hair out of place because she tucked it behind her ear, and looked up only to find us looking at her. From here, I could see her tilting her head and squinting her eyes, she began walking towards me with an excited flare. She clapped her hands and pointed at Jinyoung and I.

“Ya! Kim Taehyung?! Lee Jinyoung?!” She shifted her eyes at the both of us, waiting for a response. We both looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders, not knowing who she was. She rolled her eyes and let out a ‘tsk” sound, “I’m right, right? You both haven’t changed at all! It’s me! Y/L/N, Y/N! You really don’t remember me?! We were best friends.” She frowned and crossed her arms.

Jinyoung and I once again looking at each other, only this time it was due to appallment and a little bit of fear. We both turned to look at Y/N, finally recognizing her through her never-changing smug look on her face, expecting us to cheer or celebrate. But we both just continued to stare at her, half shocked to see her and the other half feeling gross that we had just checked out our old friend.

“Ah~ Y/N? H-how are you?” I finally let out, after what felt like an hour of silence, though it was just a couple of seconds.  

“Good! I’m great! Especially since I have a class with you punks again!” She punched Jinyoung on the shoulder out of excitement.

Jinyoung forced a smile and took a deep breath, “Nice to see you too, Y/N.”

“Why do you sound disappointed to see me again, Jinyoung? Don’t you both miss me or ever wondered where I went?” She pouted, her gaze shifted to a more sorrowful look, compared to her usual big and bubbly eyes.

“Of course we miss you! Where have you been?!” I quickly replied, slapping Jinyoung on the shoulder. Her smile appearing on her face again. She placed her hands on her hip and stuck her nose up in the air.

“I went to study overseas for a while. Pretty cool, huh? My dad got a job in the states and let me stay with him, until I wanted to come back to Korea. And now I’m back!” She grinned.

I had to admit, I was jealous of her. Of course, she went to the states. Her parents were doctors and owned small clinics around Korea.

“Well, I’ll go there one day when I become a singer! I’ll travel the whole world when I become an idol!” I quickly let out, not realizing I sounded a little petty. I didn’t know where that came from. But I knew my dream of becoming a singer was just that, a dream.

“Then you better bring me along.” Jinyoung laughed.

“Me too! I’ve only just visited LA, I want to see the world too with my friends.” Y/N huffed.

“I promise then! When I become a idol, I’ll take us all over the world!”

With that we pinky swore with one another, giggling and talking about the places we’d visit. Even though we all knew it was a far far dream, we still laughed and spoke about it the whole day. Thinking about it, made me miss my friends. I still think about this day often. The promise we made. Who would’ve thought I would’ve really become a singer.  

After hitting my head, I opened my eyes and wasn’t surprised to see Y/N’s face in front of mine. She had her usual smug-look on her face, with her arms crossed.

“And why did you wake me up?” I groaned, patting my head.

“Hmm. Maybe because our homeroom teacher, Miss. Jung is coming right now? You should be thanking me.” She grinned, taking a seat in the chair in front of me.

“Oh my god, thank you so much your highness.” I sarcastically said before giving out a huge laugh. Though it was funny to me, she wasn’t amused, as her big hand found its way to the back of my head again. The pain spreading once again throughout my body. I frowned at her and rubbed the area where I had just been hit, letting out a deep sigh. She flashed her fake smile and gave me wink. To which I pretended to vomit, holding onto my stomach.

“Don’t act like this face isn’t cute.” She placed both her hands on her cheek and attempted to act cute. “Taehyung-ie. Am I cute yet?”

I let out a laugh. What a dork. Though, I couldn’t help but notice her makeup was actually decent today, she still had her heavy eyeliner, but she looked human. She had changed since middle school, appearance wise. Like I said, she was very pretty in middle school, all the guys fell for her and always showered her with gifts and flowers. But apparently she didn’t like that attention, so when we came to high-school she had changed up her soft, innocent “girl-next-door” look for a more edgier-scarier-look. Just like middle school all over again, we weren’t able to recognize her the first day of high-school.

First day of highschool

Jinyoung and I sat with backs turned away from the classroom door, talking about all the older girls in highschool. We both felt a sense of manliness, being freshmens and all, and hitting puberty. We didn’t want to brag or anything, but we grew unexpectedly tall as well, and handsome since middle school.

“Did Y/N tell you when she’s going to come? I haven’t seen her all summer.” Jinyoung said.

“Nope! She hasn’t spoken to me either. All I know is she told me she is a ‘changed’ woman.” I snorted.

With that we both began to laugh together, not even hearing the feminine and familiar voice behind us.

“Ya! I said, what are you guys laughing at?”

Jinyoung and I turned around, and when I say I was shocked, I mean I literally fell out of my chair and crawled to the corner, shock. She looked like the mix of the grudge and a racoon, I had even thought of a new nickname for her: Grudge-coon. It took a second for me to realize it was Y/N, and before I could even say anything Jinyoung had said it for me.

“This is what you called ‘changed’?! More like monstrous change!”

She glared at Jinyoung, making her look even more scarier. Her eyes were hidden behind the dark eyeliner. I even whimpered while staring into her black pupils, quickly turning away from her right after. Though, she turned to face me and tilted her head, waiting for me to comment.  

“What do you think, Taehyung?”

“I-I um. I-I think you look–” I looked up and saw Y/N’s face. Although the heavy eyeliner hid her eyes, I could still see the little, innocent, girl inside it. I didn’t want to crush her feelings, I mean she must’ve felt confident walking out of her house like that, right? “Good. You look great.”

“Then why did you jump out of your chair?” She pouted and crossed her arms.

I laughed and smiled, “The only reason I jumped out of my seat was because I was so happy to see you.” I stood up and wrapped one of my arms around her shoulder, “I missed you alot, punk!”

Her eyes disappeared as her lips curved into a smile. The same smile that would eventually stir my heart and question my feelings for her.

History lecture had finally ended. One of the most boring subjects in the whole wide world. I always had a tendency to fall asleep, especially since it was right after lunch. I stretched out my arms and felt eyes on me. I turned to where I felt the heavy tension, and of course, it was Y/N with her big, brown eyes gazing at me.

“Are you going to eat spicy rice cakes today after school?” She asked me.

I frowned and shook my head no.

“Why? Jinyoung is even going! Com’on we have to go!”

“Go on without me, I have to help my grandmother with her farm today, it’s strawberry season.”

I was lying–well half lying. I really did want to help my grandma with her strawberries. But the truth was, my mom hadn’t given me any allowance because she was tight on money this month. My family wasn’t the richest, and we sometimes even wondered if we would have food on the table. But I’m not ashamed of my family though, I’m always grateful for them.

“Okay then.” She said sounding really disappointed.

I mocked her pouting mouth, earning a soft smile from her. She probably knew I was lying, I mean after all these years together, despite moving, she still knew me best, better than Jinyoung sometimes.  

After school ended, I quickly grabbed my things and forced my way through the huge crowd of students. I tried to be as fast as I could because I wanted to avoid Y/N and Jinyoung. I knew they would force me to go with them, but I hated being a burden, especially with money. I heard a voice call out to me halfway through the hall.

“Tae! Taehyung! Kim Taehyung!”

Y/N, god, could she leave me alone? It most definitely was her, since all the students around me moved towards the walls, afraid of her. I let out a deep breath and tried to walk a little faster, pretending not to hear her, crossing my fingers and praying she would just give up. But suddenly I felt her grip on my shoulder as she turned me around and forced a smile.

“Oh Y/N, you were calling for me?” I chuckled nervously.

“Yeah! I knew you could hear me, jerk. Anyways, let’s go.” She giggled.

I gave a confused look at her and knitted my eyebrows together. She just rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand, entwining her fingers between mine, making her way to the front of the school.

“Wait-where you taking me? I don’t want to eat.” I told her.

She stopped her tracks and let my hand go. She crossed her arms and closed her eyes, before speaking.

“To your grandma’s farm. Let’s go! I haven’t seen her in the longest, so I want to go. Plus, we can always get spicy rice cakes another time.”

With that she grabbed my hand again and dragged me out of the school yard. With her back facing towards me, I stared at her bobbing head and vaguely remembered feeling my heart race, not because we were practically jogging, but looking at her made my heart beat. This was the first time I felt this way.

(Thump-thump)

My grandparent’s farm wasn’t too far from about 3 miles away from school. Luckily, it was a nice walk especially since it was spring. The cherry blossom trees surrounded the path to my grandma’s. The air was filled with the fresh smell of flowers and pollen. I looked at Y/N, whose hand was still entwined with mine. I never noticed how short she was to me, compared to last spring where we both stood at the same height. She used to tease me and say I would remain five feet one forever, but now I’m five feet ten. I had to admit though, it was cute that she was short.

The breeze began blowing the cherry blossom flowers towards us, a petal landing on the right side of her hair. I used my free hand and began to reach for it. She noticed my hand and looked at me, I guess she was startled or taken aback. Both of us just gazing into each one another’s eyes for awhile. It was like those cliche movie scenes, where time had froze, and we both just took in each other’s presence. I finally regained my senses and quickly grabbed the petal off, I showed it to her and smiled.

“This was on your hair.”

“O-oh. Okay. Um-thanks.” She beamed, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

We stopped at one of the stores along the way, and she had bought the both of us ice cream. I told her I didn’t want it, but she had already opened it and shoved it into my mouth. Once we arrived, my grandmother greeted the both of us with her smile.

“Hello Taehyung! I see you’ve brought over Y/N. Hello Miss. Y/N. Glad to see you are still friends with our Taehyung.” She smiled.

Y/N went over to my grandma and hugged her. She was familiar with my family because they used to come over to buy our vegetables and fruits. Plus, Y/N and Jinyoung came over often when we were kids and played around the farm. Everyone in my family knew them both very well.

“Hi grandmother! I’ve missed you!” Y/N’s eyes gleaming with joy, as she went over to embrace her. I walked over to Y/N and pulled her away from grandma.

“Ya! Don’t hurt my precious Grandma with your big hands!” I scolded Y/N, while rubbing my grandmother’s shoulder, “She didn’t hurt you right?”

“Big hands?! I don’t have big hands! You do!” She exclaimed, while pointing at my digits.

I mocked her voice and she glared at me. I stuck out my tongue and gave my grandmother a hug from the back.

“Grandma, I missed you.” I cried.

“I just saw you yesterday, Taehyung.” She patted my back and smiled.

“Still, I miss you.” I smirked while looking at Y/N whose face was full of annoyance. I didn’t mind her hugging Grandma at all, I just wanted to mess with her. Seeing her getting worked up was cute.

We went over to the strawberry field and began to pick out all the ripe strawberries. The sun was covered by the clouds, making it a really good day to harvest, since it wasn’t too hot or too cold. I looked over my shoulder to see Y/N concentrated on picking. Beads of sweat coming down from her forehead, she always sweated so easily no matter what weather, thus earning her nickname.

“Wipe your sweat, Piggy.” I laughed.

She looked up at me and frowned, wiping away her sweat with the back of her hand. My grandma came to my side and smiled at the sight of us bickering.

“Taehyung-ie. Have you ever thought of Y/N as a woman?” She asked innocently, eyes glistening with hope. A wave of shock and horror crawled up my spine, my eyes immediately widening at the preposterous statement. I began laughing out loudly, slapping my hand on my knees.

“Grandma, I barely even see her as a human being.”

“She’s a pretty girl. I know a good girl when I see one. You don’t want to miss your chance with her.”

“Yeah, she’s a good girl, but I don’t think anything will happen between us. She’s my bestfriend.”

“Never say never. I think you two are compatible with one another.” Grandma smiled, getting up to go to the other side to help Y/N.

I turned around and looked at Y/N. I couldn’t help but think about Grandma’s words. To be honest, I forgot Y/N was even a girl sometimes. I just grew too used to seeing her as my best-friend, It’d be weird to suddenly date. Plus, she wouldn’t even date me. I guess I was staring at Y/N for too long she had noticed me and laughed. That damn smile, I swear. That’s where all my trouble would soon begin, with her smile.

A few weeks after that day, I slowly felt myself getting nervous around her for no apparent reason. Every time she smiled I would feel my heart race, it was strange. I was even caught looking at her multiple times by Jinyoung.

“Why have you been staring at Y/N with googly eyes?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. I laughed nervously, “I haven’t been staring at Piggy. You’re kidding me right?”

“Ya. You can’t lie to me. Look,” he grabbed my hand away from my mouth, “You’ve even begun biting your nails, you only do that when you’re lying.”

“It’s nothing, Jinyoung. Really. I can’t stare at people? You act like you’ve never stared at a pretty girl–”

“What?! You think she is pretty?!” He had his mouth and eyes wide open. Mentally cursing my big mouth. I smacked my head with my hand and let out a deep breath.

“I-I didn’t mean it like that.” I groaned, running my fingers thro my hair.

“Uh-yes you did, Tae. You-you like Y/N?” He whispered, while pointing at Y/N’s direction who had been moved to the front after talking too much.

“I didn’t say that, dumbass. I just-maybe might have a teensy-itty-bitty crush. Like only like 10%.”

Jinyoung’s mouth was still wide open that flies could have mistaken it for their home. I rolled my eyes and pushed him on the shoulder. He didn’t say anything for awhile, mouth still shaped like an “o.” He finally spoke up, closing his eyes.

“Why though, Tae? Why Piggy? Our best friend since elementary? The girl who wears too much makeup? The girl who pushes us both around? Are we talking about the same girl here?”

I shrugged my shoulders and looked at her. She was asleep. She always scolded me for sleeping, yet there she was in the front, resting her head against her desk. I smiled and rested my chin on my hand.

“I don’t know too. Maybe it’s because I could be myself around her, and won’t get judged.”

Summer

Our sophomore year of high-school had ended about a month ago. Jinyoung left to Seoul to visit his mom’s side of the family, leaving Y/N and I alone. We were both bored and had decided to play around my grandparent’s farm, like old times. Though it didn’t last too long, since we both sat under the big oak tree due to the humidness and heat. Out of breath, she turned to look at me.

“Taehyung.” She said softly, wiping my sweat away with the back of her hand, “Do you plan to stay in Daegu forever?”

I turned to look at her and nodded, “Maybe, I don’t know what I want to do. I just want to stay with my grandparents and help them with the farm.”

“But don’t you want to do something bigger? I’ve heard you sing before, why don’t you try to become an idol? That’s getting popular these days.”

I rubbed the top of her head and chuckled. I haven’t thought about becoming an idol since middle school, plus my parents would never let me. They wanted me to become something big like a doctor or lawyer.

“I’m serious Taehyung! You should think about it, do something that makes you happy.”

Her eyes glistened with joy. She was so enthusiastic about my future, even though she herself didn’t know what she wanted to do.

“What makes you happy, Taehyung?”  

“You make me happy.” That was what I wanted to tell her, but I didn’t because I’m a coward. I just smiled and replied with a simple, “Singing does. It really does.”

(Thump-thump)

“Then let’s go to Busan! They always have random auditions!” Y/N smiled brightly, while jumping up and down.

“Are you crazy? My mom would never let me go visit Busan, and I’m broke!”

“Don’t worry about money, I got that covered! Just worry about your mom letting you go,” She grabbed and held onto both my hands, “Let’s go today!”

“Today? You really must be crazy, Y/N. Are you sick?” I placed the back of my hand against her forehead and checked her temperature. She laughed and moved my hand, “I’m serious, Taehyung. We’re not doing anything, and we’ll be back before the sun is down. It’s barely 11 in the morning, if we take the train it’ll only be one hour and we’ll have plenty of time to be back home.”

Later that day, I told my mom about taking a trip to Busan with Y/N, and she scolded me for asking such a thing. I had already knew this would happen, so I lied and told her to at least let me hang out at Jinyoung’s place. She hesitated, but allowed me to because she knew I would just spend the rest of my remaining summer helping my grandparents with their farm. I was so happy, I began jumping around the house because little did she know I was going to go to Busan. I called Y/N and told her that the plan was in motion, and I would explain more in person.

We met up at the train station. I had quickly put on a decent shirt and thrown on a red flannel. I grabbed some coins that I hoped could at least provide us with snacks and drinks. Y/N had a baseball cap to cover her hair and actually was bare faced, the heavy makeup wiped away. I blinked at her a couple times, taking in her natural face. Her eyes were much smaller without the heavy eyeshadow and eyeliner, but it was cute. She looked like a human being.

“Ready to go?” She raising her arm to show the two tickets in between her fingers. I nodded my head and followed her to the platform to get on. We both sat near the exit, so we could be closer to the door. I knew she enjoyed looking out at the landscape, so I always made sure she sat near the window wherever we went.

The ride there was relatively quiet, of course, I already knew it was going to be. During trips, Y/N focused on the scenery outside. She watches in amazement and excitement, aweing and opening her mouth every time we passed by something beautiful. I started noticing this since we were young, she was easily amused. It was a good thing too, since it was easier to make her laugh.

“Taehyung look!” She exclaimed, patting my shoulder and pointing at the Diamond Bridge. It was a massive, white, strip of metal lying above the crystal, sparkling, body of water. If it already looked this pretty in the afternoon, I’d love to see it at night.

“One day when we have time we should come back and look at it at night, I bet it’d be so pretty.”

She turned to look at me with her twinkling eyes and the corner of her lips curving. I was mesmerized. It seemed like my eyes were playing with me because I swear I saw stars shine around her figure. It seemed as though I was in slow motion; I wouldn’t mind staring at Y/N forever in this moment though. I didn’t know which view I liked better, the bridge or Y/N’s beautiful smile. I hadn’t realized I was staring for so long until the sound of her voice echoed through my ears

“—okay, Taehyung?” Y/N tilted her head.

I blinked a few times before answering to her, “Sorry, what did you say?” I asked, chuckling nervously.

“I said, let’s come here next summer together at night, okay?” She repeated. I nodded and held out my pinky, “Okay, I promise you. We’ll come here next year at night.” I smiled and locked our two pinkies together.

Once we got off the train we headed to any nearby restaurant since we both haven’t eaten since breakfast and it was now 1 in the afternoon. We weren’t too familiar with the streets of Busan. It was always our parents who handled traveling. Now it was just me and Y/N. Outside the train station, there were some convenient store located along the side. We decided to just grab some kimbap from the gas station so we wouldn’t have to waste too much time and money.

“Are you sure you’re going to be full off that?” I asked her, while watching her struggle to unwrap the heavily saran wrapped package. I helped tugged on the material and it popped open. Y/N took a bite from the kimbap, then grabbed another. She finally nodded in response, cheeks full of food. It was a cute look. Unconsciously, I wiped away a grain of rice from her cheek, causing her to look up in embarrassment.

“Ya, I’m trying to eat.” She proceeded to slap me then, so I took the current kimbap from her hands. Holding cheap kimbap, we followed wherever the road took us, hoping that road led to the beach. On the way there, there were flyers for what seemed like an arts school. Y/N held my arm back so she could read for more info. I was more interested in finally dipping my feet in the cool waters.

“Taehyung, look. Singing! You should do it! It’s the annual audition rounds! I had a friend make it last year. I don’t know where they’re at though.”

I stared absentmindedly at her, waiting for her to laugh. Seconds passed and nothing happened, she still pointed at the poster with a bright look. I guess she really wasn’t kidding.

“No way. I don’t sing, you of all people know that.” I laughed it off instead, and continued to the original path we were taking. She ran up to me and hit the back of my head with the now empty container. I scratched my head and glared at her.

“I’ve heard you sing before. It was while we were picking strawberries. It was an American artist, huh? I forgot his name, but I remember your voice, Taehyung.”

“Well then…you only heard it because you were being a stalker.”

“No one would want to stalk you first off Tae, and second, I was at your grandma’s farm before you, lazy. You woke up late, idiot.”

I tapped my index finger on my chin, trying to remember that day, but had no recollection. “Oh whatever! You’re not going to hear me sing.” I crossed my arms. I guess she didn’t like that answer, since she jumped on my back and began to rub her knuckle against my scalp. I felt the eyes of the bystanders begin to stare at the both of us–well her.

“Ya! Get off. People are starting to stare at us.” I tried to shake her off, but she stayed in her place, refusing to move, “Not until you sing.”

I knew she would say that. I smiled at the people staring at us and apologized, swirling my fingers near my temple mouthing, “she’s crazy.” After a few more minutes, I finally gave in, only because I was beginning to feel embarrassed and annoyed at the stranger’s glares, “Fine! I’ll sing, now will you get off.” I felt the weight of her body from my back disappear. Now standing in front of me, she grabbed my hand and jumped up and down excitedly, “Yay! I’m so happy!”

“Are you really that happy to just hear me sing?” I smiled.

She quickly nodded and grinned, still holding onto my hand. She raised her eyebrow and flutter her eyes in patience. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat. I was so shy to sing I could feel my heart racing and my palms sweating, her hand clasped with mine did not help the nervousness. I finally let out a little sound, almost like a hum, to which she scolded me.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Okay. Okay. Just give me a moment.” I inhaled and closed my eyes. I began to sing the words from my favorite song, Lee Juck’s “Rain.” Even after I was done singing, I kept my eyes closed for the fear of Y/N not liking my voice, though I knew I did sound pretty good. I slowly opened my eyes and saw her face. She had let both my hands go and placed them on her cheeks. I could see the admiration in her eyes, she hadn’t said a word yet. She just continued to look into my eyes.

“Was I that good?” I jokingly laughed.

“Y-yes! You were amazing! You have to become a singer. You have to! Taehyung! You were–oh my gosh–amazing.”

I rubbed the nape of my neck and smiled. Hearing her compliment me was like music to my ears, would it be greedy if I wanted to hear more? Watching her jump and skip, praising me for my soulful voice, was something I could never forget. The way her face lit up again and again, the way she tried to copy my deep voice, her laughs, her voice, her pink cheeks, everything about her was so beautiful.

(Thump-thump)

Autumn

School finally started again, my summer vacation coming to an end. Y/N and my trip to Busan ended with us just going to the beach and throwing water at each other. After that day, I spent the rest of my remaining days helping at my grandparent’s farm. Y/N also spent the rest of hers at the states. I was all alone for awhile, but Jinyoung came back to Daegu and asked me if I confessed, and to that I couldn’t answer.

“I can’t believe you didn’t confess, dude. You had all that time and even went on a trip with her.”

“I know, I know. It didn’t cross my mind,” I groaned, placing my hand on my forehead. Jinyoung placed his hand on my back and patted it, “So when is it the perfect time then? You just got to do it.”

“I’ll do it soon. I’ll do it, I promise. Just wait.” I sighed.

The first day of high school again. Though his time, I felt like I was on the top of the world, especially since we were no longer freshmens, Jinyoung and I didn’t have the same class his year, but luckily we were well known and popular with our classmates, so it wasn’t a big of problem to us. Though, Y/N would have trouble if she didn’t have a class with either one of us since everyone was scared of her.

I sat in my classroom, surrounded with some of my acquaintances. We were engrossed in our conversation about the newest video games and amines, until I heard a voice call out my name.

“Taehyung!”

Everyone turned around to look at the owner of the feminine voice calling out to me. Even though I already recognized her. I looked at the direction of the voice and of course it was her. Y/N. I was shocked to see her. She had cut her long hair, to a shoulder length. The black color now replaced with blonde. Her heavy makeup, reduced to a more natural soft look. I would be lying to myself if I said I didn’t think she was beautiful. But sadly, I wasn’t the only one who noticed her now.

“Y-Y/N?!” The guys around me exclaimed.

“Why are you guys looking at me like that?” She asked with a confused face. Obviously they were looking at her, at this point who wasn’t staring at her.

“Y-you look different.” I smiled, standing up from my seat. She tilted her head and frowned, “Is that a bad thing?” I quickly waved my hands in disagreement, shaking my head no,

“No! You just look really good. You look nice.” I laughed nervously, while scratching my head. I watched her cheeks turn to a subtle pink color, to which she covered with her hands. She looked down and nodded.

“Well, I just came to say hi to you. I have the same class as Jinyoung, so I just–yeah. I’m just going to go. It was nice seeing you. Lunch?” She smiled cutely.

I nodded in agreement and watched her leave. As soon as she left, all the guys made “ouu” sounds, while looking at me.

“So since when did you and Y/N start dating?” One of the guys asked while nudging my shoulder with his elbow.

“W-we’re not dating.” I answered back softly.

“So is it okay if I get at her then?

I glared at him and shook my head no, “She’s mine.”

Our lunch never happened that day. Apparently, some of her classmates wanted to eat with her instead. But even after, I rarely got to see her. Everyone stopped being scared of her, and it was like middle school all over again. Her heavy makeup gone, her tough-girl persona gone. She was the innocent, “girl-next-door” again. She was gifted and showered with presents and flowers from her guy admirers. Girls even flung themselves and clung onto her, claiming Y/N as their new best-friend. Jinyoung and I didn’t get to hang out with her as much anymore, besides the fact that Jinyoung had the same class as her. But even so, he says that she was always occupied with her new friends.

It was around October when we finally got to speak to her again, and it had already been two months since school started. It was really weird, it felt like I was talking to a stranger. My feelings for her were still there of course, but I wasn’t sure if she was the same person I fell for.

“Taehyung! Jinyoung!” She waved at us. Walking towards us, she sat down at the empty spot next to Jinyoung, “why are you guys eating outside?”

I shrugged my shoulders and continued eating the meal my mom cooked for me. Jinyoung and I both didn’t say anything to her. She leaned in to look at me, her eyes brows creasing.

“Are you guys mad at me?” She asked, sounding sympathetic. I pressed my lips together and avoided her gaze.

“No. We just don’t know what to say.” I finally answered her. She nudged my shoulder and chuckled, “Is it because I haven’t been hanging out with you guys?”

Jinyoung turned to look at her and squinted his eyes, “No it’s definitely not because of that.” I couldn’t help but laugh at his obvious sarcasm and pettiness. Y/N didn’t like it though, she stood up and placed her hands on her hips.

“Well I’m sorry that people want to hang out with me! Maybe you guys should get some new friends too–”

“We do have other friends too, but we know who our real ones are and actually make time for them!” I interrupted her, I didn’t mean to sound so angry but it was the truth. I could feel my blood boiling and my face heating up. But for some reason, looking at Y/N’s face made me immediately regret it. I could never forget her face; eyes swelling up with tears, cheeks flushed, and her lips quivering. I couldn’t bear to see her, so I got up and walked away from her. Not turning back, not stopping. My heart began to race, but it wasn’t because of her, but out of anger.

(Thump-thump)

Winter

Winter came by faster that I expected it to. The snow covered the town like a white blanket. I enjoyed the snow, and so did Y/N. Though, it had been months since I’ve last spoken to Y/N, since I’ve last seen her actually. After that day I I’ve been avoiding her. I kept myself busy by staying at my grandparents farm and going down to the PC rooms. Jinyoung had told me that she’s been wanting to talk to me, but I didn’t want to. I’ve been trying to sort my feelings out and try to convince myself that I don’t–didn’t like her. It was just me getting my feelings confused because we’ve been friends for so long. That’s all.

As I was sitting in class one day, staring outside the window. I heard the classroom door being slammed opened. I turned my head to the direction of the sound and saw Y/N standing in front of it. She was stomping towards me with her eyebrows furrowed, stopping in front of my desk.

“Get up.” She demanded. I didn’t move or budge. I shifted my eyes back to the view outside. It was snowing today, apparently it was supposed to be one of the coldest day this winter. My thoughts were interrupted, as she slammed her fist onto my desk, “Get. Up. Kim. Taehyung.”

“What do you want?” I sighed, still not looking at her. She let out a deep breath and grabbed my wrist, dragging me out of my classroom and to the snowy soccer field. We stopped at the bench and she practically threw me onto the seat. With her back facing towards me, she began to scream.

“Why are acting this way, Taehyung?!”

I didn’t answer her. She turned around to face me, cheeks and nose red from the cold air. I could see her breath coming out of her pink, soft lips. Her brown eyes beginning to sparkle as tears formed and slowly falling down her cheek. I stood up and wiped away her tear, cupping her face. Why did she have to look so beautiful crying?

(Thump-thump)

I lifted up her face, both hands still on her cheeks, and at that moment I don’t know what washed over me. Maybe it was the cold, maybe it was because I was a little sick, but I found myself leaning into her face. I suddenly closed my eyes and met my lips with hers. I could feel her trembling hands against my chest, not knowing how to react. But all I knew was that I wanted this moment to last forever. I slowly pulled away and watched her cheeks redden with shyness.

“I like you, Y/N. I’ve liked you for so long it’s driving me insane.” I whispered, “Maybe that’s why I’m acting this way.”

She didn’t answer me, I didn’t expect to her. I wouldn’t know how to react either if I was in her shoes. She just stared at me, blankly. Quickly placing her hands on her lips and looked down. I could see her chest rising and falling, still not saying anything until finally she lifted her head up and looked at me.

“I-it’s okay, Y/N. I’m not expecting you to say anything, I-I know it’s a lot to take in. I know.” I muttered cutting the silence.

“Taehyung. I-I really don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to, I just wanted to tell you before it was too late.”

“I-I’m moving, Taehyung. I’m moving back to the states.” She stuttered.

My eyes widened and it was as though my heart had dropped and shattered. After all these months of ignoring and avoiding her, she was going to move. I felt so stupid and pathetic, “W-why?”

“My dad wants my family to be together again, back in the states. I’m so sorry Taehyung.”

“When?” I felt a lump in my throat. I couldn’t look at her, if I did I would’ve just cried.

“Next week. After your birthday. I wanted to tell you, but you’ve been ignoring me. I’m sorry, Taehyung.”

I backed away slowly, “Why are you apologizing? This is my fault. I-I was too busy being petty that I didn’t even know my best friend was leaving.”

She touched my arm and gave a soft smile, while shaking her head no, “It’s my fault. That day… you were right. I got too caught up with feeling popular and wanted that I forgot about my real friends. You.”

I began to laugh, and she quickly caught on and joined me, “How silly we’ve been acting? We’re acting like children. It reminds me of those times when we were kids fighting over the littlest things.” I chuckled.

“Time really does fly by fast.” She replied sounding nostalgic, “And here I am leaving again.”

I looked at her and she had a small smile. I couldn’t read her expression, like I usually could. It wasn’t until now I realized she had already said goodbye to me.

Hours turned to days, and days turned to the week of Y/N’s departure. I woke up feeling lethargic, unsure if it was my body, or if it was because my heart. Forcing myself to get up, I got ready to face the bittersweet goodbye to come. I opened my drawer where I had kept my last gift to Y/N. A locket with a picture of the three us: Jinyoung, Y/N, and me. I stared at the picture, one last time before shoving into my pocket. It was a photo of us starting high-school together when all still had the same class and time for each other. Those were the good times.

I made my way to the airport with a heavy heart. I felt like I had rocks in my shoes, I couldn’t bring myself to enter the doors. Just staring at the windows and looking at my reflection. My heart racing, and my fingers trembling. I was really going to lose her again. Closing my eyes, I quickly shook the thoughts out and walked into the airport. There she was standing in front of the escalators with her luggages; her mom and her little brother beside her. She didn’t notice me until I tapped her shoulder, turning around and flashing a forced smile.

“Taehyung. You made it.”

I nodded and looked around for Jinyoung, “Is Jinyoung going to be here?” She quickly shook her head no.

“I told everyone I left yesterday, so you and I could have this time to ourselves.”

It hit me then that she really was leaving. Sure I had Jinyoung and my other classmates, but no one compared to Y/N. She was special, she was my best friend; she knew it all. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t say goodbye. Closing my eyes so that she couldn’t see the obvious tears threatening to fall, though it wasn’t much help as they trickled down my cheek. I felt her soft hands touch my cheek, wiping away the fallen droplets.

“Don’t cry, you’ll make me cry.” She whimpered, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into my arms, burying my face in the nape of her neck. She smelt like her usual scent; strawberries and honey. She patted my back and whispered something I couldn’t hear over my sobbing. I pulled away from her, still holding onto her back, and sniffled, “What did you say? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”

She laughed and softly hit my shoulder, “You could never hear me. I said, don’t be a baby.”  I let a soft chuckle escape from my lips. We let the moment sink in, neither of us saying a word. I looked into her big brown eyes, the same ones I’ve looked at multiple times, but somehow they looked different today. I didn’t want this moment to end, but her mom tapped her shoulder and pointed at the clock, motioning that it was time for them to go.

“I guess this is goodbye.” Y/N whispered as she slowly let go of my embrace. She didn’t look up to meet my eyes, I figured if she did she would cry. She never wanted to look weak in front of me. Typical Y/N.

“I’ll miss you, Y/N. I always will never forget, never.” I murmured. I watched her and her family make their way up the escalators, slowly disappearing from my sight. I turned around, getting to leave as well, but I remembered. The locket. The damn locket. I pivoted and spun around, running up the steps, bumping into strangers, no sight of Y/N anywhere. I was worried, I probably looked like a crazy man, but at this point it didn’t matter to me, I just needed to give her my gift. Damn, how could they have walked so fast? I turned the corner and saw a glimpse of Y/N waiting in the check-in. Whether it was Y/N or not, I ran towards her. Obviously I couldn’t pass through the heavily secured line, so I settled to yell out her name.

“Y/N! Y/N!” I shouted out, earning stares from strangers around me. I waved my hands and moved my head to see if she would turn around, but no response. Fuck. Did she already go? I tried once more, but no response again. Out of breath and I repeated, until I felt a finger tap my shoulder.

“Taehyung? What are you doing?”

I turned around and saw Y/N standing in front of me.

“Y/N! You didn’t leave yet! I was looking for you everywhere! I couldn’t find you, I was so worried. I thought I lost my—nevermind, I found you. Thank god, I found you.” I panted.

She smiled at me and raised one of her eyebrows, “Did you forget something?”

I took the locket out of my pocket and showed it to her, “A gift, from me. There’s a picture of Jinyoung, you, and me. So you’ll never forget us.”

I watched her eyes swell with tears, letting the wall she had built, fall. She began to sob as she opened the locket, seeing our faces. I didn’t expect something so small to make her cry this big. She placed it around her neck and wiped her tears.

“I could never forget you idiots. You guys are my best friends, always.”

I hugged her one last final time, letting her wetness soak into my shirt. Patting her back and stroking her hair, it was really goodbye. I let her go and watched her slowly drift into the crowd, until suddenly she stopped in the middle, people around her avoiding her. It was as though everything around me had slowed town as she turned around.

“I’m sorry I can’t keep that promise next summer. Go visit the Diamond Bridge in Busan for the both of us.” She smiled, that same smile that made me fall for her. The same smile that questioned my feelings for her. The same smile that started everything. 

(Thump-thump)

“—And that was the end of my first love. I never saw her again, until recently she had invited me to her wedding. Though I couldn’t make it due my schedule. But to her I sent my regards and my heart.” Taehyung sighed, putting his head down. He looked up again and began smiling, “Did I ever go back to the bridge you ask? Yeah, that’s where Jimin and I first met, actually, after I got accepted in BigHit. Thinking back on it, who was your first love, Jimin?”

Jimin had a soft smile, making his eyes crinkle. “It’s a long story. But—”

a/n: This piece took me and my beta’s days and nights. I swear, I really really hope you guys enjoyed this. It’s wayyyy longer than I expected, but it was really fun and cute to write. Thank you for reading up to this long! Much love! Until next time, xoxo.