BTS Imagines

Suga --- Misunderstanding

"Don't talk to me. Just leave me alone." Yoongi said, and slammed our bedroom door. I sighed and shook my head. There was no use in trying to get in. It was either locked, or if I did get in, he would just scream at me more. I walked to the couch and pulled out my phone, ignoring the world.

This was our normal routine now. He'd leave before I woke up in the morning, and come home late at night. I would wait up for him until midnight, and he'd start yelling at me when he got home. I don't know what went wrong. He was so sweet to me at the start of our relationship. Bringing me flowers when I'd wait up late for him, kissing me goodbye in the morning, and he would even cuddle with me when we went to bed! Now, the only sweet things I get are the texts during his practices and tours. Saying how he missed me, only to come home and be horrible to me.

It confused me, to be honest. It was just so, bittersweet. Sweet during the day only to be bitter at night. I tossed my phone aside, and let tears fall down my face. I laid down on my side, and silently sobbed. I just wanted my Yoongi back, the one who didn't get mad at me for no reason. He hasn't hit me, and I told myself that if he did, I would break it off.

A loud sob came out, and I covered my mouth. The last thing I needed right now was for Yoongi to yell at me for being loud. I heard the bedroom door open and I froze. I closed my eyes, pretending I was asleep. I heard footsteps come around the couch to stop front of me. I was screaming in my head, but I didn't move. I felt a hand gently rub my cheek.

"I'm sorry, jagiya. You deserve so much better." Yoongi's voice was surprisingly soft. His arms wrapped around my back and under my knees. He lifted me up and began to carry me. I heard a door shut behind him, and he set me down on a bed. I felt the covers come up over my shoulders. His soft lips landed on my cheek. When he pulled away, I felt him sit on the bed next to me.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n). I've just been so stressed lately, and I'm just taking it out on you. I love you with every fiber of my body, but I guess I just can't show that to you for some reason. Being an idol takes up so much time, and I never have any time for you. You deserve someone who can give everything to you. Someone who doesn't scream at you for no reason." I opened my eyes to see him facing away from me. "Someone who can show they love you. Someone-" "Someone like you?" He whipped around to see me staring up at him.

Yoongi's face flushed. "You heard me?" He stuttered. I smiled and nodded. Wrapping my arms around him, I gently kissed him. "I understand, Yoongi. Why do you think I'm still here? If anyone else yelled at me like that, I would've slapped them into next week. I love you, and I can't think of being with anyone else but you. So, please, don't think I deserve better, because you're the best for me." His arms wrapped around me, gripping the back of my shirt. I felt tears soak my shoulder and I smiled. "I love you." Yoongi sobbed. "I love you so much."

I rubbed his back, with my own tears falling my onto his hoodie. We stayed like that for what seemed like forever. When he finally pulled back, he kissed me like it was the last time he would ever kiss me. His hands pulled my waist closer to him, and my hands wove their way into his hair.

He pushed me back into the bed, his things rubbing circles on my skin under my shirt. I let out a quiet moan against his mouth. Yoongi licked my bottom lip for entrance, and I happily complied. His tongue roamed my mouth, leaving no place untouched. My hands tugged on his hair roughly, eliciting small moans from him. Our tongues moved around each other heatedly. He pulled away, leaving a saliva string. His lips quickly attached to my jaw, making their way down my neck. I whimpered once he found my sweet spot. He sucked on that one spot, drawing out soft moans from me. 'I'm going to have a hickey.' I thought, but the thought vanished from my head as I moaned again.

Yoongi lifted up his head and looked down at me. His face was slightly flushed, but mine was probably bright red by now. His hand came up from my waist and caressed my cheek. He rubbed my cheek gently as though I were made of glass. "I love you." He whispered. I smiledv and put my hands on either side of his head. I brought his head down to my lips and kissed his nose. "I love you too, Yoongi."

He sighed and fell down on the bed beside me. I let out a whine. "You're not going to continue?" I complained. Yoongi shrugged and pulled me to his chest. "Nah, I just want to cuddle with you. We haven't done that in a while. And I know that you love to cuddle with me." I grinned. "You are really warm, and you're pretty comfortable too." He left out a quiet chuckle. His arms tightened around my waist, our legs entangling together under the sheets. I buried my nose in his neck, inhaling his slightly sweet scent.

I heard my phone start ringing my ringtone. 'That XX' by G-Dragon was playing. I ignored it. "No one could ever replace you, Yoongi." I swear I could hear him smirk. "I guess you could say," I lifted up my head and glared at him. "Don't you-" "I'm one of a kind." I groaned and buried my face in his chest. "You are such a dork." I felt his chest and shoulders shake from laughing. "But I'm your dork."

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That joke was so bad I can't even think about it without cringing. But did you get it? Because 'That XX' is in the 'One of a Kind' album? I know, it's lame. But I'm lame too, so eh.