Just A Taste (MYG x reader/OFC 18+ collection, on going)

The Wedding Reception Pt. 2

Yoongi drives through the dark city streets. He's very familiar with every turn, and every shortcut. He spent all his childhood in this town, and he knows every part of it. Any trip back to visit family or old friends allowed him to note what had changed, and how the city had grown up around his favorite haunts, but not enough for him to not recognize it.  He had lived in Seoul, calling it home, for almost as many years, but this still somehow always felt like his real home.

He wonders if she recognizes it, after so many years away, and remembers all the places they snuck off to together; the park where he kissed her the first time, or the bookstore where he bought her comics with what little money he managed to scrape together. It was hard to give away something as precious to him as money, something he had so little of, but this was the girl he thought he would spend his life with, and he knew it was worth it. He smiles over at her as they pass by one of the corners where he would meet her to walk her home after her study room closed late at night. She looks over at him, with a playful glint in her eye, as though she's aware of his thoughts.

"You still haven't told me where we are going."

"My hotel?" he asks, suddenly realizing he should have asked her first if that would be ok. He can't assume she's willing to pick right back up where they left off 15 years earlier. "I can't go to most public places," he explains.

She fights to hold back a smile, covering her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from asking any more questions, or giving too much away.  She looks away, but she nods slightly to agree, and he notices. He knows what she wants, and he smiles, satisfied.

It's only a short drive from the wedding banquet hotel to the hotel he chose to stay at, away from the other family. He knew he would see many old family members and he was glad to see them, but he didn't intend to spend his entire trip reminiscing. He always had a busy schedule, and music to work on. Although, now he thinks reliving the old days, with her, will be a welcome change from his lonely routine. They had grown up knowing each other. Their mothers were friends. She lived not far from his grandmother's house and when he was younger, she was always the playmate he sought out. The families accepted them, and even thought they were cute; they way they spent all their time together, huddled close, deep in conversation about things the adults couldn't understand. They supported it, that is, until they got older.

When they both started middle school, that's when the stern looks and watchful eyes seemed to fall heavily on them, each of them. Suddenly both sets of parents started suggesting that they not spend so much time together, or that perhaps they should take a break from each other. That's when they began to lie to their families about where they were really going, just to avoid being told not to see each other.

They found places to be alone, farther and farther from the neighborhood, and made any excuse to get out from under the watchful eyes. It's as if, the moment there was a hint that this could be more than a platonic friendship, their families felt differently about them, but by then, they couldn't be parted, not while she still lived in Daegu. When she told him she was moving, it was the worst feeling he'd experienced up to that moment. He'd begun to rely on her, to find comfort with her, and soothe the raging fires growing inside him.

She held him close, and stroked his hair and told him he was smart and funny and that she liked him; exactly what he needed at the time, but could never admit. She listened to his poems and later his raps, and she encouraged him, and made him believe in himself. He felt special with her, in a way no one else made him feel. It's hard to feel special when you're the youngest in a poor family and your parents work all the hours just to put meager food on the table. He felt alone a lot in those days, but he never felt alone with her.

To him, she seemed to be perfect. She was beautiful, and so full of self confidence. She was popular in school, she had good grades, and even the teachers liked her. She was gentle and kind to all, but when they were alone, she could be wicked and funny as hell. He remembers spending afternoons together in one of their secret spots. He couldn't help but stare at her, and the way her shiny hair fell across her shoulder as she devoured the comics he gave her, scrunching up her beautiful face at the most dramatic moments and then leaning back across his body to share the page with him. It was hard to resist kissing her, and he failed, usually, if he even tried.