Summer Serenade x Reader

20

The night was heavy with unspoken tension as I followed Yoongi through the quiet, moonlit streets to his house. The news of his father being shot by a mafia was still fresh, the gravity of the situation hanging over us like a dark cloud. Yoongi's usually bright eyes were clouded with pain, and his usually composed demeanor was fraught with worry.

Once we reached his home, I could see the traces of exhaustion etched deeply into his features. I guided him inside, my heart aching for him. The house, usually a place of warmth and familiarity, now seemed so empty and silent.“I’ll make you something to eat,” I said softly, hoping to offer him a small comfort amid the chaos. He nodded gratefully, though he barely spoke.In the kitchen, I set to work making a soothing soup, the kind that warms both body and soul. I focused on the simple task of chopping vegetables and stirring the pot, finding solace in the routine.

The aroma of the soup began to fill the air, a comforting scent that I hoped would provide Yoongi with some much-needed comfort.When the soup was ready, I carefully ladled a steaming bowl and took it to where Yoongi was sitting, his gaze distant as he stared out the window. I placed the bowl in front of him, watching as he slowly turned his attention to it.“Here, eat this. It’ll help,” I said gently.Yoongi looked at me, his eyes softening slightly. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. As he began to eat, the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease just a little.I stayed by his side, offering silent support as he ate and gradually started to relax.

The simple act of sharing a meal, even in such a difficult time, seemed to provide a small measure of comfort. It was a small gesture, but I hoped it would be enough to help him get through this challenging night.

The warmth of the soup was barely noticeable as I received a text notification on my phone. I glanced down and saw Jungkook's name, the message chilling me to the core: “Going on a date with Lisa tonight.”

A pang of hurt shot through me, sharp and relentless. The pain felt almost physical, as if someone had reached into my chest and twisted my heart. I had told Yoongi I loved him, not because it was true, but because I needed to distance him from me. His actions in Italy had left scars I couldn’t easily forget. Yet, seeing Jungkook with Lisa stung in a way I hadn't anticipated.

I tried to focus on Yoongi, who was now sitting quietly with his bowl of soup, a little more relaxed than before. But the weight of my own heartbreak made it hard to stay present. My thoughts were a chaotic swirl of emotions—pain, anger, and a profound sense of betrayal.

Yoongi's father was still in a critical state, and I wanted to be there for him, but my own heartache was becoming overwhelming. I felt a deep ache for Jungkook’s attention that I could no longer deny.

Yoongi looked up, noticing the sudden change in my demeanor. "Is everything okay?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes.

I forced a smile, though it felt like a mask barely concealing my anguish. "Just...thinking about some stuff," I replied, my voice trembling slightly. I didn’t want to burden him with my own troubles, not now.

But as I watched him, I realized that despite my own pain, I needed to be here for him. His world was falling apart, and my heartbreak, while significant, needed to take a backseat for now.

I took a deep breath and pushed through the pain. "Do you want to talk about anything?" I asked, hoping to shift the focus away from my own emotions and offer him some comfort.

Yoongi's question caught me off guard, the unexpectedness of it making me pause. “What’s going on between you and Jungkook?” he asked, his voice steady but curious.

I hesitated, the weight of my own emotions pressing heavily on my shoulders. How did Yoongi know about Jungkook? And why was he asking me about it now, of all times?

The urgency of the situation and my own emotional turmoil made me act on impulse. I took a deep breath and decided to confide in him. “It’s a complicated story,” I began, my voice shaky. “Jungkook and I... we’ve had a thing, but things didn’t work out. I told him I loved you, Yoongi, to keep him away because of what happened in Italy. It was easier to push him away by saying that.”

Yoongi’s expression shifted from curiosity to concern as he listened. I continued, “But now, seeing him with Lisa—it’s making everything worse. I need you to do something for me. I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend. It’s not that I want to mislead you or anything, but I need to make Jungkook jealous and keep him away from me.”

There was a moment of silence as Yoongi processed my request. He looked at me, his gaze soft but filled with a mixture of emotions—surprise, empathy, and something else I couldn’t quite decipher.

“Why would you want to make him jealous?” Yoongi asked gently. “If he’s with Lisa, isn’t that a clear sign he’s moved on?”

“It’s not just about him moving on,” I said, feeling a lump in my throat. “It’s about me needing to find some closure, to protect myself from getting hurt more. And seeing you, being with you in this way, might help me get some control over the situation.”

Yoongi took a moment before responding. “Alright,” he said finally, his voice calm. “If this is what you need, I’ll help. But I want you to know that I’m here for you, not just as a part of this plan. Whatever’s happening between us, it’s not just for show.”

His words, though meant to reassure, added another layer of complexity to my emotions. I nodded, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and apprehension. “Thank you, Yoongi. I really appreciate it.”

He nodded, and we both fell silent, the weight of the situation settling around us. With this new arrangement in place, we both faced the challenge ahead, each of us navigating our own personal storms as best we could.