Bts Imagines [ Book 2 ] EDITING IS ON

Suga

You stared at him talking to his members; you smiled softly as he laughed with them. "I miss that laugh," you muttered, closing your eyes, "no, I miss being the reason you laughed." when you opened your eyes, you saw them walking away, your direction. Yoongi glared at you as he past by, but that didn't stop you to try grasping his arm. "Yoongi–!" you yelled, but he yanked his arm, walking away quickly.

The other members stared at you with a sense of guilt in their eyes, before following Yoongi's steps. You bit your trembling lip as you held in your tears. You sighed slightly, wiping a drip of tear from your eye. It was so stupid— you love him, but he doesn't. Yet, you kept trying even though he said to not go near him anymore.

You sighed again before walking in the practice room.

Yoongi ran to the practice room, sweat trickled his forehead. "Sorry, I'm late," he started as he saw six of his members and their choreographer. "That's okay, Yoongi. Just get into your place, now." Yoongi nodded and placed his bag on the floor and walked into his place.

His song, Dope, started playing and the members immediately started dancing to it. Yoongi was totally immersed to the dancing, until he saw you peeking on them. Yoongi sighed with annoyance before continue being totally focused.

After the song had finished, he collapsed to the cold floor as he drank his water bottle. But after remembering you were outside, he immediately stood up, throwing his water bottle on the ground. "I'm going to the toilet." he excused, walking out of the room. "Yoongi!" you exclaimed as you saw him. "This is gonna be the last time I'll ever talk to you. What do you want?"

"I-I just wanna give you this," he heard you mutter as you handed him a small box, wrapped with his favorite color, white. He stared at the box with his eyes full of disgust, and of course, it hurt you. "Please just accept it," you pleaded, smiling sadly. He sighed and snatched the box from your hands, then throwing it to the ground. Yoongi heard glass scattered around, but he didn't bother to glance. "Yoongi!" you gasped.

"What?" Yoongi replied coldly. "Y/N, you made me do this. If you will just stop, I won't do this. Now, anything else?" your eyes twinkled with wet tears as you hold them on, "I want to talk—"

"What do you want to talk about?" he snapped, running his fingers through his hair. "Why do you hate me all sudden? After two years of friendship, you ended it just like that without a word. Why do you keep walking away from me? Why do you keep treating me like a wall?" you finally burst into tears, letting your emotions flow with you.

"Listen to yourself," he spat. "So pathetic. You're seriously asking that? Who confessed to me first? Who was all over me? Who was desperate for me? You. Two years of friendship, and I regret those, to be honest."

"I was just trying to be kind–"

"Well your kindness will not make me fall for you," he interrupted. "So now, leave me alone forever. Don't ever think of meeting me or talking to me anymore. Don't even give me useless things and don't even show your face."

Your heart scattered around, as your head spun. "O-Okay, Yoongi..." you muttered, glancing at those glasses you gave him before walking away from the building with tears falling down endlessly.

Yoongi sighed heavily as he plopped on his couch, the memories of just now spun; wait–why was he thinking about you anyway? "She'll continue distract me tomorrow, anyway," Yoongi mumbled, sighing heavily as he closed his eyes.

Yoongi walked in the building as he scanned all over the room ; well, that was unusual. Usually, at this early time, you'll already be here to give him gifts or even just to see him. When he looked around, he saw glass pieces in the dust-bin. He walked to it, curious.

He bent down and took a few glasses, and realized it was your present yesterday. Yoongi picked up those glass pieces and collected them; only to be surprised below one piece of glass was a sparkly, gold, quite expensive watch. He gasped. He had always wanted that watch.

Immediately, he took that watch and looked at it, before he felt really bad and guilty for throwing it—did you save money just to buy him this? He put it in his bag before standing up, running to the counter. "Good morning, Suga." the lady greeted, bowing. "Morning! Hey, can I ask? Has Y/N came already?" he asked quickly. "No." The lady shook her head, "And that's pretty weird. She usually come at 6. It's already 7:15. I don't think she'll come today."

"If she comes, please tell me—"

I paused as I saw her walking in, looking weak and pale. She looked up, and saw me, but instead of smiling and greeting and trying hard so Yoongi would actually notice her, she sighed and continued walking, looking down. "Y/N," he called out, but you didn't care; though you wanted to– so badly.

"Fine," he snorted. "Finally, no distractions." he purposely raised his voice as he walked to the elevator to go to the other level of the building.

After two weeks of no distractions, he had enough of you not talking to him, or not wanting to even look at him. Even though this is how you feel when he ignored you, he was pretty hurt to see you ignoring him. And he does sound selfish, but he couldn't do it anymore—he wanted your attention—like before.

"Thank you!" he exclaimed to his rap teacher and walked out of the room. He was so surprised to see you being pinned by a guy. And that guy is a trainee, like you. His eyes widened as he saw the boy putting both his hands beside your ears as the trainee licked his lips, almost angrily. "You're wrong for not accepting me, Y/N," he started.

"P-Please— I-I'm sorry— S-Stop this— I-I'll be your girlfriend, just please let me go!" you pleaded. Yoongi stared at the guy angrily, though his body didn't move an inch. "You should've thought that yesterday. But okay, I'll let you, but there's one condition." the guy continued, "Kiss me."

"No." Yoongi finally spoke up, anger and jealousy boiled in his blood as he stepped forward to you and him. You looked away, closing your eyes slightly. "S-Sunbaenim!" the trainee yelled, letting you go, surprised that this Suga from BTS-Sunbaenim was here. "Are you a trainee?" Yoongi asked. "Yes, I am." the trainee replied, looking down. "Care to explain what you did? Or do you want me to tell the CEO?" Yoongi threatened. "I'm sorry—"

"You're a trainee, just a trainee. You shouldn't force someone to do something—upon seeing this, the CEO and I would consider this as bullying, or using violence to someone—which is not allowed for trainees, or even idols. You are none of the good characteristics. You're an idol-gonna-be, and for you to act like that..."

"And doing those to Y/N is just... tsk. You see, Y/N here is a sweet, kind, friendly and good example of a trainee. But she's too kind for you. Besides, you can't force someone to kiss another guy's girlfriend," Yoongi continued, proud of seeing the trainee's confused yet surprised face– same as Y/N. "She's my girlfriend, you didn't know?" Yoongi continued, giving a slight smirk.

"Y/N, is that true?" the trainee asked as you stared at the guy blankly, "uhh..." Yoongi chuckled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, "Aren't you, jagiya?" you nodded slightly and a small, shy, smile crept your face, "Y-Yeah, I am." the trainee scoffed slightly, before walking away with full of disappointment.

"T-Thanks, Yoongi." you started, looking down on your shoes. "Your welcome, jagiya." he replied, smiling slightly. "Ummm. he's gone, you can stop calling me that now." you replied. "Why, you're my jagiya!" Yoongi exclaimed, giving you his gummy smile.