Alcoholic One Shots | bts

sorry about your tea | myg

03 Shot | Min Yoongi | angst
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"Min min, these cookies look so demented!"

"Yah! I spent all night trying to get my cookies just to taste alright!" Yoongi exclaimed distastefully while huffing out a breath of annoyance.

She narrowed her playful eyes and released a small teasing giggle, "I'm sure Jung Mi must be very lucky to receive these cookies made from your heart."

"No, they're for yo—" He wanted to say yet the words were caught in his throat.

The moment he finally found the strength to speak, it was already too late- "Yeah. I hope she likes them."

The lies slipped out of his mouth unnoticed. He squeezed his eyes shut so tightly he wanted to burst out in frustration.

I'm such a dumbass and yet I keep the plastic smile shown on my pale face. I'm an asshole for tossing your emotions as if they were toys for me to break.

"Tell me if she accepts your confession! We can be lonely buddies together!"

If I only he could've realized sooner that the cheeky grin she held was fake and forced.

"Yah yah yah, you'll probably be the only one that's lonely. Who can deny the min suga genius jjang jjang man bong bong?"

Such a pity that he thought that her tears were from laughing too hard.

present day seoul, SK

Suga's Point of View

The moment her name left her pink-tinted lips, I felt the blood in my veins run cold as the color from my face drained. She noticed the sudden added-paleness to my face.

There she stood, dazzling with bourbon eyes wide, unaffected and almost unrecognizable.

Maybe it was the time we spent apart from each other, or maybe it was because of the heartbreak I caused her so many years ago, but her figure appeared so different that I couldn't even recognize my best friend from high school.

Nonetheless, she looked gorgeous. She looked perfectly fine, as if nothing horrible or saddening had ever happened in her lifetime.

A part of me was saddened yet the other was sighing in relief that she didn't recognize me—yet.

I was debating inside of my mind and my body grew fidgety and nervous. She kept apologizing without even thinking or realizing that the man in front of her knew her all too well.

We knew each other too well, but our young and naive selves couldn't cope with the contrasting personalities that we both carried and clashed against when we were still attending high school.

She was bold and confident—the opposite of the little shy Min Yoongi back from when we were both best friends.

"Uh.. my name is Suga," I hesitated and bit my tongue because I was placed in a difficult situation that made me feel constrained.

If I answered with my real name, she would immediately know my identity as the person who shattered the bond of friendship and love.

However, the risk of using my stage name could cause my disguise to be blown off completely. Crossing my fingers, I prayed that she wasn't up to date with the media today.

With just one search, she could stumble across the various and multiple articles on BTS which of course, included myself. Just by placing the puzzle pieces together, she'd recognize my face from the pre-debut and childhood photos that ARMYs had somehow gotten a hold of.

"Okay, um.. Have a nice day. And I'm sorry about the shirt," she mumbled, "Here, call me so I can buy you a drink to make up for it." She handed me a plain napkin with her phone number written on it before dashing out the small coffee shop that had unluckily brought us together only to act like strangers.

She left me standing agape with my mouth hanging open trying to process what the fuck just happened. My heart thumped out of my chest, wanting to chase after her fleeing figure but the soles of my black sneakers were glued to the floor.

You're losing you chance Yoongi! Act like a man and apologize for your past mistakes!

The moment I released an empty laugh, a weak smile grew on my cold-hearted face when I thought of the chances.

I never apologized for crushing her heart. I'm four years too damn late, aren't I?