Loving in Colour (Min Yoongi x Reader)

~ Twenty Seven : An Apology ~

Y/N's POV, 

Standing right outside his dorm room door but feeling thousands of miles away. My throat felt dry, my lips were cracked and my mind was on overdrive. To be honest, I needed an extra four days since Jimin saw me just to come here, and it's only because Namjoon came to see me. I was almost decided not to come and just let him get over himself with time, but Namjoon said they were needed for practices and fan meets and let's be honest; I can't let BTS down. 

In my mind at times it felt like I would know exactly what to say when it came to talking to him, but now that I am here it is like my mind has gone completely blank. How I am the one that is supposed to help here I have no idea, because I myself don't really know what to do. 

Everything would be a little less stressful, if I didn't have the other 6 watching me from the end of the corridor. It's like they're thinking I will make some miracle happen, I guess they've not seen Yoongi in a while now, they must be worried. I clear my throat which gets drier by the minute and bring my knuckles to the door, knocking on it. 

"Yoongi," I control my voice to allow it to be as nice and soothing as possible. If it was going to help I had no idea, but it was definitely worth a shot. I stay silent for a moment but get no response. "Yoongi please let me in, let's talk?" It comes out more as a question than a statement.

There's a little bit of shuffling around before a small grunt is heard, then something falling then a few cuss words. Namjoon shakes his head at what Yoongi must of done in his room. A click sound is heard as Yoongi unlocks the door, however doesn't open it. I make eye contact with Namjoon who puts his thumbs up and points to the door, encouraging me to go in. Without a choice, I let my hand grab the door handle and push the door open. 

The first thing that hits me is the smell; his room stinks of take away food mixed with alcohol. His small bin is over flowing with containers and there are alcohol bottles everywhere. Feeling of guilt and regret fills me, and I gulp. I slowly shut the door behind me and let my eyes scan the room. Where did Yoongi go? 

I slowly make my way to the window, avoiding all the rubbish on the floor. Taking a hold of the curtains I draw them back to let some light in, and open the window slightly to let some fresh air in. A moment longer in here and I could swear I would pass out. 

Next, I turn around and look for Yoongi. A small curled up ball on the bed lets me know where he is. The bed sheets haven't been changed since I was last here, but then why would I be surprised. Gently, I sit on the edge of the bed close to where Yoongi is curled up under the blankets and just sit there for a little bit, seeing if he will say anything. 

"Yoongi," I start but then don't know what to say. He moves slightly and pulls the blanket down so just his eyes can be seen. They widen when he realizes that it is me, making me even more nervous. "I-I came to a-apologize..." I gulp, thinking of what else to say. I don't get the chance to say anything else, because Yoongi throws the blanket over me too and brings me into his chest. I don't know why but I start crying, cuddling closer into his body. 

I missed his scent, even though I don't think he has showered for days, he still smells like my Yoongi. My hands grab his hoodie that he was wearing and bring him closer to me, his hands wrapping around my body. My tears keep running down my face as Yoongi's lips make contact with my forehead. 

"I am so sorry," he whispers, his voice croaky. I shake my head and try to pull myself away but he just holds me closer. "I was an idiot," he adds, holding me as close as possible without suffocating me. 

"Yoongi no- what I said was completely out of order and-" 

"And it was true." He cuts me off, sending a shiver down my spine. I made him believe that what I have told him was true, but even though that's how I felt in the moment, he probably didn't deserve it the way it came out. "I need to learn to feel more, understand better." His words make sense to me, and they probably do to him too. I always knew that when it came to Yoongi he wasn't the most open guy when it came to relationships and feelings. 

"But I didn't mean it, I haven't given up on you." I say and pull away slightly, looking up at him with my eyes still teary. His thumbs wipe my tears away and the rest of his fingers cup my face. 

"You haven't?" He asks and I shake my head, more tears flowing out of my eyes. 

"I can't," I cry, and Yoongi tilts my head slightly and looks into my eyes. His face comes closer and closer until our lips brush against each other. I waste no time and move mine against his, feeling the need to have him as close to me as possible. After a while of kissing, Yoongi pulls away and gives me a small smile. 

"Please don't leave me now," he whispers, to which I nod. 

"But if you want me to stay here, we got to clean this room," I raise an eyebrow, to which he nods. "But before that, I'm going to run you a bath Yoongi, you stink," I poke his cheek and get up, making my way to his en suite. A small groan leaves his lips while a giggle leaves mine as I prepare him a nice bubble bath, got to treat him a bit right? When I am done, I get up to see Yoongi standing in the door way watching my every move. A small blush makes its way to my face. "It's r-ready," 

"Thank you," he leaves a small kiss on my cheek then starts to undress. My blush gets worse and I make my way out of the en suite and out his room. I go to the kitchen and get a black bin bag and some air spray to help the smell. 

"Y/N?" Namjoon comes in and scans what I am doing. 

"He's having a bath, I'm gonna start cleaning in there, it smells and there's rubbish everywhere and-" I am cut off as Namjoon comes and gives me a hug. 

"Thank you Y/N, I know you'd do it," he pulls away and walks out. 

A/N
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