BTS ONESHOTS

YOONMIN Wait For Me To Come Home

SUGA'S POV:

I was huddled in the corner of my bed with my knees pulled up to my chest and my face hidden between them. My apartment was bare, empty, all the boxes were already gone, donated. He didn't need much where he was going.
My thoughts were scattered, even though I tried -and failed- to keep my mind blank.

A choked sob escaped my throat and finally the tears came, along with suppressed thoughts and feelings hidden deep below; I found myself throwing on a hoodie and shoving my feet inside untied sneakers.

Locking the door behind me, I ran out of my apartment and after that, the building. I fished out my phone from my pocked and speed-dialed his number. Surely he wouldn't leave without saying goodbye first. Would he? I wasn't too certain. Insults and derogatory comments were thrown and catapulted from both of us the last time we saw each other, which was, of course, when he dropped the bomb on me.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my pale blonde hair as the tones continued.
One beep.
Two beeps
Three beeps.
Four b-
"Hyung"
I bit my lip to keep in an breath of relief. He answered.

Pride had always been one of my faults and no matter how hard I tried it always showed, whether it was in my raps or when I spilled the milk and Namjoon tried to get me to admit it -to no avail, of course-; but this time it seemed to disappear completely as apologies flew from my mouth.

"I am so, so sorry. I over-reacted. God I'm an idiot and it's totally acceptable if you hate me right now and I just-"
His low chuckles cut me and my barely understandably sentences off.

"I'll miss you" he finally spoke and I started running through Seoul's streets because I heard the sound of traffic on his end, meaning he wasn't at the airport yet.

"I'll miss you too" A sad smile crossed my features as I searched the face of every person that passed by me, hoping to see his. The face I had been waking up to for 2 years now, the face that brightened my day every time the company rejected one of my songs, the face I had gotten so used to loving, it wasn't just a desire to see, it was a need, a necessity.

"Don't go" I pleaded probably for the 50th time, even though I knew deep down that it wouldn't matter how much I begged, he had to go.

"...Yoongi" His voice called out after a pause while I rested against a lamppost to catch my breath.
"Look up"
I raised my eyes from the ground and a small gasp escaped me as my heart started racing by the mere sight.

Across the street stood an angel among boring and ordinary humans, or at least that was my theory, cheesy as it may sound.

He was already in the military uniform but being the adorable, unique individual he is, he -of course- had his reddish-brown hair tucked into a black Dancer snapback. I felt that if I squinted my eyes and concentrated real hard, I could almost see wings spreading out from his shoulder blades.

"Jimin..." I sighed his name which rolled off my tongue as easily as mine would, and as I did, memories of our relationship flooded my mind, memories I was trying to suppress in order to avoid falling into a black hole of depression and worry. How he confessed to me like a anime girls, with his cheeks bright red and his hands trying to cover up his face. The time we went to see Ouija and he spent the whole movie with his back the the movie and his head buried in the crook between my neck and shoulder. The morning I made him breakfast in bed and he was so surprised his wide smile made his eyes disappear into his cheeks.

Shoving his phone into his pocket, Jimin made his way through the crowds of people to get to me, a small smile grazing his soft lips and his eyes shining with unshed tears.

"I love you Yoongi-hyung" he said and snaked his strong hands around my waist.
I immediately returned the embrace, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my head on his shoulder.
"I love you too, Jiminnie".

I had never been one for public displays of affection, compared to Jimin, who often made me hold his hand when walking through the streets, stole the occasional peck and held me by the waist whenever he could; but this time I started the kiss, pressing my lips against his desperately as the news really sunk in, that I could lose him at any given moment, that even the greatest love couldn't break the boundaries between being alive and dead.
I held him tighter and Jimin returned the kiss, moving his lips in sync to mine, his hands lowering to my hips.

I quickly removed his snapback, my fingers playing with with hair. I would miss his hair. It was silky and soft, not to mention how much I enjoyed pulling on it during passionate nights.
Hell I would miss everything about Jimin.
The way his eyes would light up and shine whenever he smiled, his chubby cheeks, his hands, his warm chest, his heart that sped up whenever I touched him, his back, his legs, his lips, his collarbones, his neck -especially when it was covered in hickeys, marking him as mine-.

"Here" Jimin bit his lip, handing me a photograph and I smiled.
It was a picture of us Last Valentine's Day, when he went for it and made us a huge dinner, complete with balloons, flowers, smart waiters and foreign dishes.
The photo seemed to be taken from outside through an open window, and we looked like stupid teenagers that were recklessly in love, staring at the other like we were each other's salvation.

"Tae took it." Jimin explained. "I have a copy. I just- I- I just don't want you to forget me." He looked down, suddenly finding his shoes quite interesting.
I laughed at the statement.
"You're kidding me right? I wouldn't forget you if you never came back and 80 years passed and I forgot my own name.
"No, Park Jimin, you've engraved yourself so deeply in my heart and my memory that I could get amnesia and your face would still appear behind closed eyelids every time I blinked."

Jimin hugged me tighter and hid his face in my neck as -finally- tears rolled down his cheeks.
And we stayed like that, that is, until he checked his watch.
"Shit. I have to go" he said sadly. I nodded, knowing there was absolutely nothing I could do except hope time froze.
He pecked my lips one last time. "Wait for me to come home" and walked away until he looked like a blurry soldier in the distance.

An hour passed and I was still under the same lamppost, clutching his forgotten snapback to my chest and staring at the photograph.
Wait for me to come home he said.

Always

Author here! Hope you enjoyed this small one shot and I promise more are on the way. I'll probably update once a week, if I have the time. Don't worry, not all will be angst. Feel free to comment a ship and a scenario!
-Isa