𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑀; bts os

myg : sareureuk

summary: in which trust is important, too.

genre: angst, fluff

word count: + 1.2k

sareureuk; (noun)
describes the sound and the motion of snowflakes slowly melting in a warmer temperature or under the morning sunshine.

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"okay, at 3 pm at our usual café?", my best friend's cheerful voice reached my ears and i answered with a "yes". after she hung up, i leant back into the arms of my boyfriend, who was, as always, sleeping. i sighed. it was like this every day. sure, yoongi was busy with work and i knew that it was exhausting, having to think about new songs and such all the time. but sometimes i felt too lonely. he was barely here and when he was, he was sleeping. "come on, (y/n), don't be immature.", i mumbled to myself. "it's better than nothing."

"what is better than nothing?", yoongi's deep voice reached my ears and i flinched slightly out of surprise. "uh, nothing.", i said, avoiding his gaze. he frowned and buried his face in the crook of my neck, his blond hair tickling my skin. "but there's something wrong, you seem to be sad...", he muttered. letting out an airy laugh, i let my fingers run through his soft hair. "trust me, it's nothing." i got up, and walked out of the living room. "i'm meeting up with (f/n) later. you don't need to wait with dinner, i don't know when i'll be back."

after changing into a cute and short dress, i walked back into the kitchen to drink a cup of coffee before i'd leave. suddenly, yoongi hugged me from behind and pressed a gentle kiss on my nape. "this dress is really short, you know? where are you even going?" sighing in annoyance, i wriggled out of his hug. "i'm going on a shopping trip with my best friend, after this we'll go out for dinner somewhere. and it's warm, so why not wearing something short and cute?" yoongi sighed, and his eyes darkened. "well then, i won't stop you."

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"and then he was just like 'well then, i won't stop you'!", i groaned and took another sip of my coffee. (f/n) looked at me, her chin rested on her hands."could it be that he's jealous? i, mean, you're his girlfriend and you suddenly start to wear short clothing and act different? maybe he thinks you're cheating on him?" i felt myself getting angry. "he would have absolutely no right to think like this. i mean, he's the one always at work...and when he's home, he's just sleeping."

(f/n) sighed softly and poked my cheek. "maybe you should tell him about your feelings. i'm sure he'll understand. yoongi loves you more than everything." i agreed and we finished our meals. walking out of the warm restaurant, i shivered when i felt the cold breeze ghosting over my skin. maybe choosing the short dress wasn't the best idea after all. i glanced at my watch and sighed when i realized it was already 10:30 pm. "i think i should better be going and clear things up with yoongi. thank you for the great afternoon and evening.", i smiled and hugged (f/n).

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"yoongi? i'm home!", i called out, placing the keys into the bowl. the whole house was dark and i raised an eyebrow. yoongi would never sleep at a time like this. when i walked into the living room, he sat on the sofa, looking outside the window. "yoongi?" i sat down next to him. "was it fun?", his deep voice sounded angry. "uhm, why are you so angry?"

"are you cheating on me?!", he suddenly asked. "w-what?!"

"i mean, whenever i come home lately, you're acting weird. you're always going out with your friends, and stay away all night long! then you wear short dresses and it makes me wonder if you're trying to impress someone else?! whenever i want to kiss you, or cuddle with you, you always turn your back towards me! and you act so cold. oh, and do you remember when i caught you cuddling with jimin two weeks ago?? were you two making out before?", he yelled the last part. i had never seen him so angry and sad in my whole life.

"are you freaking insane?! why should i cheat on you? you're the one never here! you're always at work, i try my hardest to understand that, i really do. but when you decide to come home, you end up sleeping. when was the last time we cuddled, or went out together? and the reason why i hugged jimin? i was lonely, so lonely. i was crying and he comforted me, nothing more, nothing less. there's no reason for you to be so damn jealous. as if i'd ever leave you!"

by now, i was certainly crying. i stood up, ready to leave. it hurt so much, how could he even think like this? i changed into my pajamas and got into bed. hugging my pillow tightly, i stared into the darkness, the tears still streaming down my face. all of a sudden, the door opened and yoongi climbed into the bed, hugging me from behind. i didn't budge, nor did i turn around. the last thing i wanted was to let him see how broken i was.

"jagi...listen, i'm sorry. i shouldn't have yelled at you like this. now you're crying and i know that it's my fault." he buried his face in my hair, taking a deep breath. "at least i know that you don't trust me..", i mumbled. yoongi let sighed sadly and turned me around, forcing me to face him. in an instant, i shut my eyes, not wanting to see him. "(y/n)....please. don't do this to me..", he wispered and cupped my face in his hands, his long and slender fingers traveling over my skin.

with my eyes closed, it felt like every other sense seemed to be stronger. i could hear yoongi's breath close to me, and feel his warmth embracing me. without warning, yoongi kissed me tenderly, his full lips moving in sync with mine. at this time, i didn't have the strength to pull away, and i found myself not wanting to either. i wrapped my hands around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer. smirking, yoongi pulled away and placed light kisses along my jawline down to my neck.

"i'm sorry for being so overly jealous...", he murmured, kissing my forehead. when i stayed silent, he pouted in an adorable way, puffing his cheeks slightly. i blushed and hit his arm playfully. "don't do that, your pouts are my weakness!" upon hearing that, yoongi stopped pouting and showed me his cute gummy smile instead, making me sigh and bury my face in his neck. "maybe i'll forgive you."

"what do you mean, maybe?" "only if you do the dishes for the next week!", i grinned triumphantly. "yes, i'll do that. everything for my jagi." "oh, and one thing, min yoongi: you should really learn to control your jealousy, because you're the only one." he chuckled and brought me into a tight hug.

"i love you."

"i love you, too."

i really did love him, even if he was being overly jealous.

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edited; 2017/10/03.

"love had caught him out of triviality and maurice out of bewilderment in order that two imperfect souls might touch perfection."
— e.m forster; maurice