𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭. | 𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 | 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝

-him

friday
7:03 a.m KST

the morning summer light shining into your apartment was soft and hazy. your head faced away from your bedroom window, letting the dark corner of your room engulf you in a peaceful sleep.

you had been talking to yoongi about this the other day, how your a/c was broken and your shitty land lord was too busy to get it fixed. you slept in an old tee shirt and a pair of red panties to keep cool.

you had been knocked out for just a few hours, falling asleep right before the clock hit 4 am. despite being exhausted, your body still woke at the slightest of sounds.

bzz bzz

bzz bzz

you picked your phone off of your nightstand. it was yoongi calling.

"hello?" you answered, your voice full of sleep.

"y/n, wake up"

"yoongi? i'm up, what's wrong?"

"i got a gift for you. to say thank you for...everything. it just got delivered to your apartment."

"yoon, what?"

you rubbed your eyes and sat up.

"just, go to your door. it's there."

there was a quiet click and you knew the line had been disconnected. you put your phone down and lazily got out of bed, tip toeing to your front door.

your mind was racing with what he could have gotten you. it could be...anything. you had no clue; flowers? a giant teddy bear?

maybe, but why now? why at 7 in the morning? you had only been sleeping for 3 hours, what could he have done in those 3 hours?

your hand grabbed on to the cold door knob, and you held it there a moment before opening your door. you were remembering his message to you;

'i could get to the airport in an hour, get on a plane in an hour, land another hour later...'

you swallowed and held your breath, your chest tight. slowly, you turned the door knob and opened your door. the sound of it creaking echoed throughout the hallway of your building.

it was empty. there was nothing. the only thing in front of you was a blank wall with a crooked picture frame on it. your chest fell and you let out a loud huff. your eyes stung.

you looked to the right, still nothing. just the end of the hallway, a single window with a view of the city. you looked out into the sky, wondering where he could be.

you looked to your left, doubtful that anything would be there.

but you were wrong.

3 doors down, standing tall with a satisfied smile and sparkling eyes, clothed in all black, was him.

"i'm here. 3 doors off, but i'm here."