From Above [Yoo Kihyun]

Ch. 4

[Insoo's POV]

A few weeks passed after the kiss and I hadn't had too many major incidents with my anxiety. Everything seemed to be going pretty well, Kihyun wasn't awkward about our kiss, and we turned out to be really great friends. In fact, I got along well with all of the guys.

What I enjoyed most was going to concerts with them and listening to Kihyun. He always had so much fun singing, and I always got this weird feeling in my chest when he sang, because his lyrics were always along the line of "you're so beautiful/perfect/sexy/amazing" and sometimes he would even look at me backstage and wink. Another fact, he was a great dancer, they all were actually, but something about the way he moved his hips was... Well, mesmerizing.

One day he came home from a short meeting and I noticed he seemed especially depressed.

"Hey!" I said in my usual cheery voice, I was always happy to see him after being away for even a short while, but I noticed he didn't respond with his usual pep. In fact, he didn't respond at all. "Hey what's up with you?" I really didn't want to go digging through his brain to find out, I'd much rather he willingly tell me, even if it takes some prying.

"Nothing." His answer was as deadpan as it could get.

"Kihyun, look buddy, good ol' pal, if you don't tell me I'm just gonna read your mind."

"You... Fuck." He ran his hand through his hair viciously and took a deep breath. "It's not like this is a big deal or anything, but I'd rather not talk about it or even think about it so if you don't mind I would appreciate it if you didn't dig around in my mind like the fucking freak you are."

Hearing those words, something in me broke. I ran to the balcony and jumped, letting myself fall until the very last second when I spread my wings and swooped upward, flying away from the damned dorm.

I kept thinking about it, hearing it ring in my ears, and I really shouldn't be so offended by it. I was called much worse in heaven because I never went on any missions. Then I got a sharp pain in my head and was transported to somewhere else, a memory.

"Insoo stop whatever it is you're doing!" Some strange lady yelled at me, she was in a corner of what looked like a kitchen and was wielding a butchers knife. I had to assume it was pointed at me.

The stove had a pot of water on it and it was boiling over, but there was no flame, the burner wasn't on. I could tell I wasn't doing anything, I had gone to show this lady a drawing I made, it was of me and her holding hands.

"I'm not doing anything Mom!" I cried out in a childish voice. Mom?

"You're such a fucking freak, I should've never married your father!" She shouted, moving cautiously away from the stove.

Next thing I knew I found myself back in present day, crying above a convenience store. Regretfully, one of my tears hit a person on the head as they walked out of the store, and they looked up.

It was a very attractive young man, looked to be about 24. His hair was black and he had rather small eyes.

"HOLY SHIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE!" He shouted in surprise.

"Huh? Eh? Me? You can see me?!" I panicked and that was enough to make my wings fold and drop me down to the streets.

"Hey, are you okay? Also, how were you up there?" He wore a kind smile and my tear slid off his face and hit the ground.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine, relatively. Also uhh..." I wasn't sure what to say, I was still panicking.

"Hey, take it slow, you don't have to tell me anything, so calm down. Let's start with introductions, I'm Min Yoongi. You are?"

"Park... Insoo." I gave him my name hesitantly.

"Nice to meet you, now should we check your ankle out? It seems like you took quite a tumble." He laughed at his little joke and helped me up.

"Thank you, I'm sorry to hold you up, I'll be fine you can leave."

"No no, never. There is a damsel in distress in front of me, I can't back down now." He winked and sat me down on a nearby bench. "Now, do you mind if I check out your ankle?"

I shook my head and he rolled up the leg of my jeans to reveal a swollen  and badly scraped ankle.

"Oof, that's gotta hurt. Just a moment." He took the backpack off his shoulders and dug around for a few seconds before holding up bandages and ace wraps with a champion smile.  "Here we are, after I get your ankle wrapped I've got to go, but here's my number, call me." Yoongi winked and handed me a piece of paper that I shoved in my pocket while he gave my ankle some attention.

Once he finished up, he stood up and dusted his hands off, proud of his work.

"Do you do this often?" I giggled, he did such a good job that I had to think he wrapped up ankles all the time.

"Actually, yeah, but I've gotta run." He started to walk away but turned around with a smile. "Remember, call me!"

"O-okay!" I stuttered again, for the second time on Earth. This really shouldn't be happening, something is serious wrong with me.

Once he was safely out of sight and there was no one around I took to the air and flew back to the dorms, where I saw a pacing figure on the balcony. As I drew closer I noticed the pink hair among other features. My heart started thumping in my chest, beating out of rhythm.

I landed gingerly on the raking only to be pulled down into a hug, which felt nice but consequently hurt my ankle.

"I'm so sorry!" He exclaimed, then noticed that I had yelped and was wincing. He pulled away with concern plastered over his features, looking me up and down for any injuries. His eyes stopped at my ankle and he teared up a bit.

"I'm so freaking sorry I shouldn't have ever said that, look at you, you're hurt now and it's my fault."

"Kihyun, chill, it's fine, the injury that is. What you said isn't okay." I thought back to the newly discovered memory and felt like I was going to start crying.

"I know, and I'm so so sorry I know I should've never said that, can you ever forgive me?"

I made it seem like I was thinking about it, but I got an idea.

"I can forgive you, if you can open up to me and tell me what was wrong."

"I... I have a hard time opening up."

"No shit sherlock, couldn't figure that out." I laughed as I limped over to a chair. "I'm not asking you to tell me everything at once. If you don't want to that's fine, but I do want to know what's wrong right now."

"Well, right now I feel like an asshole for being so mean to you earlier, but the reason why I was mean, was because I missed my older sister's birthday. I don't really want to go into detail of why that's so important, so do you think you can wait until another time?" He lowered his head in shame, like he felt bad, and I believed it, I could tell he felt bad.

I put my hand on his upper arm, "Of course I can wait."

"Thanks." He smiled even though I knew he wasn't feeling good about anything right now.

"Also, Kihyun, I'm here for you, always. I promise." I pulled him in for a hug, and we stayed there for a while. Even though my stomach was jumping into my throat from the physical contact, I didn't let go. My friend needed me and I couldn't let some stupid unidentified feelings get in the way.

Little did I know those feeling weren't stupid, and they wouldn't stay unidentified for long.

AN- soo, I just wanted to say, I really love all of this and what do you guys think of me including suga? I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do with him yet, but maybe there will be a love triangle?

Anyway, thank you for reading thus far I really appreciate it and I hope to satisfy you in the future!!!