bucket list | min.yg [ghost pt.2] DISCONTINUED

VIII

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Nari's POV

Yoongi had left for the store minutes ago and my body didn't hesitate to curl up on our bed, a bed almost too big, my eyes begging to drizzle with tears. It was always like this. At least ever since he'd told me he would be leaving.

In front of Yoongi, I tried my hardest not to let him know how much it hurt. Every time I looked at him, it was like looking at fire. Beautiful and mesmerising yet dangerous. I let my eyes drown in his fire and it hurt but I couldn't stop, the essence of him too addicting to let go of. I loved him too much and it hurt in the best possible way.

I'm starting to become a masochist of sorts, I guess.

I cried, not for long, but heaved loud coughs and howls. I had to let out everything I've held in because of the constant company of Yoongi. I couldn't complain. I loved being around him but that's exactly what had made things so much harder.

It took minutes to come down from my small episode and I rolled onto my back, drying my eyes with my sleeves and staring at the smooth, white ceiling. Yoongi could be home any time soon and I didn't want to make him sad by seeing my pitiful state. Thoughts of us ran through my meddled brain and I smiled, thinking of our afternoon in the park together. It was simple yet perfect-just like him.

I sighed, the room silencing shortly after and picked myself off of the bed, trudging to the bathroom to clean my face up. I eyed Yoongi's toothbrush standing next to mine in our little toothbrush holder and thought of what I would do with it once he was gone, along with his other belongings of course. Maybe if I keep everything as it is, he'll find his way back...

"Nari?" I was snapped out of my daze as I heard Yoongi's raspy voice echo through the house. I hadn't heard him enter and I eyed my composed reflection once more before exiting.

"Im here." I walked out into the lounge to see Yoongi placing a few shopping bags on the counter, wringing his seemingly tired hands after.

"I got a bunch of stuff because I wasn't sure what you wanted..." He explained. His choice of food was great, everything requiring little to no effort of cooking. Perfect for us.

"Its great, thank you." I waddled over to the fridge where he stood, placing food inside, and wrapped my arms around his firm torso, his hoodie comforting and his lovely scent filling my senses. As my head rested on his back, I felt Yoongi's hands grasp onto mine and I smiled.

"Hey Nari, I've got a question." As usual, his tone was calm and curious. I could only hear the slightest of nerves come from him and nodded my head against him.

"Whats up?" Turning around, he closed the fridge and leaned up against it, grabbing my hand which was limp by my now straight standing body. I watched as his hands played with my fingered and giggled at the tingles each touch shot down my arm.

"Do... I was wondering," his pause made it evident that he was slightly nervous about something and I simply squeezed his hand to urge him to continue.

"I want you to meet my parents." His clear voice got his thoughts across straight to my own and my eyes widened a little, taken aback.

"Your parents? But-"

"They won't see me. I... I just want them to meet you." I didn't know what the feeling inside of my chest was in that moment. I felt heavy weights of something unknown fall onto my shoulders but a heartwarming bubbling sensation run through my body at the same time. Was I sad that Yoongi wouldn't be able to show himself to his parents? To not be able to touch and hug them again? To tell them he was okay? Of course I was sad. But the thought of meeting the people who created this masterpiece holding my hand made me feel giddy with excitement.

"I'd love to meet them. But are you going to be okay?" My voice went quiet towards the end of my question and we both knew the similar thoughts running through our heads. Yoongi simply smiled and squeezed my hand again, nodding.

"I'll be okay. This is something important to me and I think they know that I'm happy, wherever I am." His facial expression was completely reassuring. I knew he was genuinely okay with the idea, though of course there will be some longing in his fingertips when he sees his mother and father after so long.

"Alright, how are we going to do it?" Yoongi smiled widely.

I bet they miss him so much. I'll make Yoongi's temporary life worth living and as full of love as possible for them, I promise.

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Third POV

"You sure this will work? Will they even come? It a bit far..." Nari held the small envelope in her hand as Yoongi and her stood outside of the small post office. She heard a small laugh from the boy beside her and he simply shrugged.

"My mom as always been the biggest sucker for good deals. She did everything from collecting coupons to entering grocery competitions and stuff. I know it'll work." Nari nodded and thought of the gift certificate inside of the envelope from her work. It was a generous 100000W store credit for the shops 20th anniversary which happened to be conveniently close to date. The two of them came up with a random letter explaining the random address draw and thought it would be a perfect way to get his parents to take the trip from Daegu to Pohang-where Nari was originally from and currently lived, to the store. It was only an hour train ride but Nari was still not convinced with the plan.

"Lets just try it,okay?" Yoongi patted Nari's back and she nodded, placing the letter into the big envelope box.

"If it doesn't work, then we'll just figure something else out. At least we put an expiry date." Nari knew Yoongi was right and nodded, smiling up at the only slightly taller boy. She was about to open her mouth to speak but another voice interrupted her, startling them both.

"Min Yoongi?!"

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A/N: OoooOOoo who's the person behind the vOiCe?!
Short and simply terrible update cus i was bored and wanted to get this filer outta the way.

jisoos pls give me strength to continue writing this story thank u