Faking It..... A J.HS FF

𝑇𝒉𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉 𝑇𝒉𝑖𝑐𝑘 & 𝑇𝒉𝑖𝑛...

Y/n POV

As we strolled through the city, the setting sun cast a warm glow over everything. Yoongi's presence was comforting, his silence a balm to my soul. We walked for a while, the only sound being the rustling of leaves beneath our feet.

"Feel better?" Yoongi asked, breaking the silence.

I nodded. "Talking about it helps," I said.

Yoongi smiled mischievously. "I knew getting it off your chest would do wonders," he teased. "You're not as ice-queen-like as I thought."

I rolled my eyes, laughing. "Shut up, Yoongi."

But his words struck a chord. He finally broke my cold exterior, and I felt a glimmer of my old self shining through.

Yoongi's expression softened. "You know, Y/n," he said gently, "you're still the same caring person you were in the past."

I raised an eyebrow. "You really think so?"

Yoongi nodded. "The things that happened to you made you build walls, but deep down, you're still the same compassionate Y/n."

His words wrapped around my heart, warming me.

"I'm trying," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Yoongi's eyes locked onto mine. "You don't have to try, Y/n," he said. "Just be yourself."

We continued walking, the city lights beginning to twinkle around us.

After a while, Yoongi spoke up. "Want to grab dessert somewhere?" he asked.

My stomach growled at the suggestion. "Sounds great," I said.

Yoongi chuckled. "Lead the way," I added.

He guided me to a quaint little café, its cozy atmosphere inviting.

Over dessert, our conversation flowed easily, ranging from favorite books to childhood memories.

For the first time in a long while, I felt carefree.

Yoongi's presence had a way of calming my nerves.

As the night drew to a close, Yoongi walked me home.

At my doorstep, he turned to me. "Thanks for today, Y/n," he said.

"For what?" I asked.

"For trusting me," he replied.

His eyes locked onto mine. "I won't betray that trust," he vowed.

My heart swelled.

"Thanks, Yoongi," I whispered.

He smiled. "Anytime," he said.

With that, he turned and left, disappearing into the night.

I watched him go, feeling grateful.

For the first time in a long while, I felt hopeful.

Maybe, just maybe, I could heal.

Maybe I could find happiness again.

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I rushed through my morning routine, already running late for university. Skipping my first lecture was a tempting option, but I knew I couldn't afford to. Gathering my belongings, I sprinted toward the main door.

"Whoa!" My momentum halted abruptly as I collided with a solid chest. My feet stumbled, and I almost fell, but a firm hand grasped my waist, steadying me. My eyes, shut tight from the impact, slowly opened to find Yoongi's smiling face inches from mine.