Min Yoongi Oneshots

Everytime I feel low

You were worried. He had locked himself away again in his studio, distancing himself and avoiding conversation as much as possible. He only did that when he dipped back to that familiar, dark state of mind. He only avoided conversation because if the other asked if something was wrong he thought he was being bothersome.

This has been going on for two weeks. He wouldn't talk to you and if anything you said needed an answer he would answer with blunt, one syllable words or distracted hums. He also didn't eat, something in his mind took all his attention.

You didn't know what to do, you were so conflicted. On one hand, you wanted to march right into his studio and demand him to tell you what was wrong, but on the other hand, you knew he trusted you enough to tell you his worries and he would come in his own time. But this was starting to get ridiculous.

Having cooked dinner and serving the food on two plates, knowing one of them would end up empty, you took one plate to Yoongi's studio. You knocked on the door, then entered finding him staring at a blank computer screen. Sighing, and looking at him with sad eyes, you walked towards his desk.

"Yoongi, dinner time," you said quietly, placing down the plate of fresh food before picking up the plate from lunch.

There was still food on it and you glared despairingly at it.

On your way out, you stopped by Yoongi's seated figure and placed your hand on his shoulder, squeezing it slightly.

"You ok?" you asked.

He hummed in response, flicking his empty gaze up to you momentarily before looking straight ahead of him again. You felt your heart sink deeper, but you made your way out anyway.

You didn't want to feel selfish, but you couldn't help but feel a little insecure. Did he not trust you anymore? Did he not love you enough to trust you anymore? The thought had caused a few silent tears to burn the corners of your eyes but you quickly whisked them away.

After you ate your meal in silence, you placed your dish in the sink and leaned on the counter. You exhaled deeply and pinched the bridge of your nose. You couldn't let Yoongi camp out in his studio forever, he was an adult and was capable of making his own decisions, but you couldn't help but feel at fault for letting him lock himself away.

You walked with a sense of defiance to his studio again, walking in without knocking.

"Yoongi, we're going for a walk," you said, your voice loud and clear.

Yoongi looked at you with an element of shock and confusion before letting out a feeble,

"What?"

"I said we're going for a walk," you repeated.

"No, I'm fine," he quietly rejected.

"Yoongi," you swiped a hand over your face in exasperation. "You can't stay cooped up in here forever."

He wasn't facing you but you knew he was listening judging by the irritated sigh that left his lips.

"Please," you pleaded.

Yoongi knew what you were doing, and he was in denial that a damn walk would help. But the concern in your voice pulled at his heartstrings. He nodded finally and stood up as you breathed, relieved.

-

The walk was quiet, maybe a little awkward, but it was needed for the both of you. The cool summer air was enough to slow your thoughts down and clear your heads, just for a moment. You looked to your side at Yoongi's face, his expression blank like before. Occasionally you would see a crack in the walls he built up, pain becoming evident on his face.

The walk wasn't long and soon you ended back at your house. As you walked through the doorway, Yoongi following behind you and shutting the door, you turned to him, holding his sides. You hadn't held his hand or anything like that during the walk in fear that it might irritate him but now you were in the comfort of your own home. You looked into his avoiding eyes, tilting your head up to kiss him softly but fervently, and you were relieved to feel him reciprocate the kiss. Pulling away from the short kiss, Yoongi's walls crumbled down, his face distorting from letting out all his worries and troubles that had been held in for days. It felt like so long since he had any physical affection, and once it was given to him, it was enough for him to break. You watched, slightly panicking, as tears fell down his blushed cheeks. He hastily lifted his hands to rub away the tears with the sleeves of his jumper but only for more to take their place. 

"I'm sorry y/n," he cried out.

You whispered 'it's ok's to him and pulled him to the sofa and waited for him to speak. You held his two large hands in yours wanting him to know that you valued what he wanted to say. He looked down vulnerable, his lower lip trembled and you felt his fingers squeeze and release yours repetitively, and it broke your heart.

"Everytime I feel low," he swallowed, "I just...want to be alone. You have no idea how many times I tell myself to talk to people, to you, but...I don't know...I just don't. I know I'm not alone, but when I feel like this, it's easy to forget that. I'm sorry," he finished, sniffing.

"No," you were quick to reply, "don't ever feel sorry for feeling like this, it's human, and don't ever feel like it's your fault," you cupped his cheeks and tried your best to encourage him to look you on the eyes with the soft nudges of your palms. "I'm just glad you talked to me. But it took longer this time, is there a reason for that."

He shrugged. "I don't think so," he answered honestly.

"Okay," you whispered. "You got me worried there."

You'd felt several pounds lighter from the weight being lifted from your shoulders. He still trusted you. And if he found out if there was something definitive that truly bothered him, you knew that he'd tell you.

"Let's go to bed Yoongi, I want hugs," you stood up, pulling your now tired boyfriend up with you, "and I think you need them too."

Yoongi smiled dotingly after you, grateful to have someone to treat him as a human being.