Way Back Home

What Am I To You

Please don't look at me as if you're looking at a stranger

They stood in silence. Most of the people from the restaurant had cleared out by that time and the place was pretty quiet. It had been at least two solid minutes since anyone had spoken.

Chaerin didn't mind the silence. She stood comfortably with her arms wrapped around Yoongi's waist and her face pressed to his chest, breathing in his intoxicating scent. He still smelled the same. Three years had come and gone and yet he still smelled the same.

Chaerin knew Yoongi like the back of her hand. His appearance had changed a bit over the years, but the important things still remained. Not the color of his hair, or the price tag on his clothes, Chaerin didn't care about those things.

She cared about the feeling of his warm chest pressed against her cheek. About the gentle slope of his nose, which she secretly used to trace with her fingertips after he'd fallen asleep. The little upturn in the corners of his mouth that was present even when he wasn't smiling. The fluttering feeling in her stomach that only happened when he put his hands on her waist and pulled her close.

These were the things that mattered. These were the things Chaerin loved most about him. These were the things which assured her that he was still the same guy she had grown up with. He was still her Yoongi.

Yoongi stood quiet as well. His eyes were pressed shut and his nose was buried in Chaerin's hair. His arms, one around her shoulders and the other on her waist, squeezed her closer to his chest. The feeling of Chaerin in his arms was something he had missed horribly, something he hoped and prayed he might feel again. And now here she was, three years later, and she was still the same girl. There was so many things he'd missed about her.

Yoongi had missed the cute blush that would appear on her cheeks when he'd tease her. The soft but often messy strands of hair that blew around in the wind and that he loved to get tangled around his fingers. The rich brown glow of her eyes and how they became just a bit brighter when she turned her gaze towards him. The soft pink hue of her lips—lips he'd spend too many nights staring at, wondering if they were as soft as they looked.

God, he'd missed her. She was the girl he'd grown up with. The girl who would lay her head on his shoulder while he played piano. The girl who had repeatedly dragged him out of the darkness that always seemed to swallow him whole. She was his Chaerin.

"How long are they going to stand like that?" Jimin's muffled little whisper sounded somewhere near the hugging couple.

"They haven't seen each other in years, let them hug." Taehyung whispered in reply.

"But I wanna hug her too—ouch!"

Jimin's sentence was cut short when Yoongi whipped around and smacked him on the back of his head, before swiftly turning back and securing his arms once again around a startled Chaerin. He let out a content sigh when Chaerin placed a hand on his chest, a cute, confused little look on her face.

"Why did you do that?" Jimin whined, rubbing the sore spot on his head.

Yoongi's voice was low and calm as he replied. "She's my Chaerin. Mine. Nobody hugs Chaerin but me."

He sounded cool and collected but inside he was burning up. Yoongi didn't want Chaerin falling in love with one of the guys and abandoning him completely. He couldn't lose her again. Not when he had just gotten her back.