BTS Imagines

YoongixYou

You could feel your head pounding as you listened to the music. But you loved the feeling. The feeling of music pumping through the speakers, down to the hardwood floor, through the bed, and completely feeling your body. The rhythm taking over your mind and pushing out any thoughts or worries that you had during the day.

You looked over to your side and smiled at Yoongi in his desk chair. He had his eyes closed as he listened intently to the new song that he was showing you. Your best friend had a small smile on his face as he listened to it, savoring his own masterpiece.

You listened just as intently. But unlike him, you hated having your eyes closed while listening. Instead, you preferred to take in the music. The world around you changed while you listened. If it was an upbeat song, the world would becoming something lively. The colors would be more vivid. If it was a raw sound, a song that was filled with anger, pain, resentment, or sorrow, the world would look almost as though it was completely void of any color.

The sounds of the outside world would either harmonize with the music or disappear completely.The song was coming to a close, the violin playing its last note and the piano following into the silence.

Yoongi slowly opened his eyes and smiled at you. “So, what did you think?” He asked. His deep, mumbled voice held a hint of fear in it as he waited for your response. You held it in though. There was something about watching him squirm that made you laugh.

“Hello, (Y/N), can you please answer me already!” He finally yelled as he started getting upset.You let out a laugh and held up your hands in defense in case he decided to throw his neck pillow at you again.

“Okay, okay, gosh. Oppa, you need to learn to be more patient.” You recommended as you sat up straight on his bed. “Anyways, the song was really good. The music has an awesome beat and sends shivers through my body. Now you just need to add the actual words.”

You two were a few feet apart, but you could still smell him. Melon shampoo and light, lavender soup. All mixed with the usual ‘Yoongi’ scent. It was weird. At the very beginning, you didn’t think the two of you would end up being as close as you are.

You had met him through a mutual friend who you had gone to school with, Hoseok.As an idol though, you thought you were going to lose touch with him or the other boys were going to see you as a weird fan girl. But they all seemed to warm up to you really quickly, especially the younger boys.

But Yoongi, well, he was really standoffish with you. He hadn’t made any special effort to get to know you, and you didn’t make it a big deal to get close to him. But then one day, when you were waiting for Hobi to get out of dance, Yoongi randomly came up to you and started chatting with you. You could remember, that at the time, it felt so awkward and weird.

However, like the blink of an eye, the two of you were talking for hours about music, dreams, passions, and other random things.

Now the two of you were practically inseparable. You knew so much about him and vis-versa. It was almost creepy. You smiled at the memory as watched him working on lyrics in his little music journal. There was something absolutely beautiful about watching him work. The way he stuck his tongue out slightly as he concentrated, the way he hunched over his desk, but kept his beautiful legs crossed underneath his desk, and especially his pale hands lightly gripping the pen as he rapidly wrote down his thoughts in sloppy, yet elegant script.

“(Y/N)!” You heard someone call from outside the room; pulling you out of your thoughts and memories.You let out a sigh and shot Yoongi a dismissive look as he started to snicker. You left the room, blinded momentarily by the bright hall light, not realizing how dark it had been in the room, and made your way towards Hoseok’s room.