BTS Imagines

Suga ~ Pretty Thoughts

#Fluff

Your scent was stuck on his shirt, the one you borrowed the other day. He breathed it in and once again, he felt himself longing for you, longing to see you and to talk to you. There was no other person who could understand him better than you. He always enjoyed your late night conversations that sometimes he forget how time flies so fast.

Yoongi laid awake in bed, thinking about what you're doing right now. He was home alone and no matter how he tried to distract himself, you were the only one in his mind.

It was difficult to find time for each other since you were both busy but more than that Yoongi was hesitant to make a move. He didn't want to set the mood off your new budding relationship. Cursing under his breath, he wondered why he didn't tell you to stay for a few more hours. Now he had to wait for six months before he could finally see her again. Why do you have to go away for so long?

He pulled on his drawer and took a pen and a notebook out, listing down all the things that he liked about you including your negative points because he just love everything about you.

Yoongi jumped at the slight ring of his phone, hoping it was you, telling him that you arrived safely. He hurriedly unlocked it. A huge disappointment came to him when he realized it was only his manager reminding him that he will come to pick him up early the next morning.

He deeply sighed, crawling under his sheets and went back to bed.

*

"Hyung, can I borrow your phone?" Jimin annoyingly chimed behind me. "Suga hyung? Hyung? Yoongi hyung? Min Suga hyung? Agust D hyung?"

"What?"

"Can I borrow your phone?" He reiterated. "It'll only take a minute. I promise."

He's lucky he's cute.

"Hurry. I'm expecting a call." I handed him my phone. Jimin grinned like a kid given a huge candy for dinner.

"Hyung you should just call her if you want to talk to her." Jimin commented. "I think she wouldn't mind."

"Shut up and just do what you have to do with my phone." I yawned and leaned my head backwards.

The van moved steadily on the way home. The seat was so uncomfortable but I'm just so sleepy that anywhere is a bed for me. My body aches everywhere. Damn those hard dance choreos.

"Hyung, wake up." Taehyung's voice wafted around my ear. "Hyung we're at your place."

I groaned and forced myself to open my eyes. I didn't realize that I've fallen asleep. I looked around and grabbed my bag, "See you at the studio tomorrow."

I was back again at my place. I don't stay with the guys in the dorm because I want to work in somewhere quiet and the dorm is clearly not the place for me to write my music. I looked at the building and it gave off a feeling of emptiness. The door opened and a couple with a baby stroller came out. They greeted me with a smile and I managed to smile back too even though I may have looked like a sickly person with grandpa hair.

"Hi there." I crouched down to touch the kid's hand. The cute little monster is so irresistible. "How old is he?"

"Fifteen months." Her mother said.