Meet Me At Genius Lab (Yoongi X Reader)

Chapter 12: ...Yoongi?

Chapter 12: ...Yoongi?

I abruptly turned on my heel and walked in the opposite direction, whipping my phone out of my bag to text Izzy an apology and that I would tell her later back at my apartment.

I walked out of the entrance to Big Hit and along the bustling streets of the Seoul lunchtime rush. I felt beyond empty at this point, I wanted to cry but I felt nothing.

My lunchbreak over, I trudged into the office I left three days ago to see Unnie. I crumbled and sobbed as the door shut behind me. "Hey Y/N-ah what's wrong, don't cry" she gasped wrapping her tiny arms around me and pulling me into her.

"I... I messed up and BTS h-hate me" I blubbered, taking big gasping breaths shakily. She hushed me, rubbing a soothing hand up and down my back. "I'm sure they don't, you're an amazing lyricist," I calmed down pretty quickly to save face and what little dignity I was still clinging to.

"The others are in a meeting with the rest of Big Hit's lyricists right now," she explained, I nodded and sat back at my old desk, logging on to see a selca with BTS I had taken yesterday as my background. I changed it to its default and worked on the lyrics Unnie gave me.

Sometime later she patted my head to get my attention, "Y/N, I have to go home promptly, me and my boyfriend are going out tonight, could you turn off the lights and lock the door when you're done?"

"Of course Unnie," I replied, "have fun." She smiled and did a little wave before exiting, leaving me alone in the room. It was dark outside and I had finished my work (for the BTS project at least) but I didn't want to go home.

I took my Bluetooth headphones out of my bag and placed them over my ears, pressing play on "Lonely Together" by Rita Ora on my phone.

It started slowly, and I began to hum as I researched ideas before it hit the chorus and I found myself singing. It built up and I pushed my chair backwards and stood up, dragging my hands across my body as the music coursed through me. I incorporated some moves from BTS and BLACKPINK into the crazy freestyle; my hair was messy and stuck to my lips when I finished, panting. I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled, it felt good to be care free for at least a moment.

I turned off my computer and the lights, my headphones now playing a mash-up of The Weeknd's song "The Hills" and Eminem. Absentmindedly, I sang and rapped along to it; no one was here to hear me. A text from Izzy paused my music and I pulled my headphones off to around my neck as I went out and locked the door behind me. I turned around to start my walking home but instead I slammed straight into a chest.

I scurried backwards, my heart racing wildly, pressing myself up against the door that I had shut and locked behind me. I looked up at the owner of the chest. Through the dark I could just about make out...

...Yoongi?

"Hey," he said, a faint red tinting his cheeks, probably from where I had crashed into him, as he reached up to his neck, his elegant hands streaked with veins as he lightly rubbed his neck. The shock wore off and I remembered that he hated me and I began to tremble, why did he come and find me? What was going on?

"H-hi" I managed to stutter out, suddenly realising how close he was.

He looked at me, no, through me and spoke, his voice low and serious, "Jessica, David and Bang Si Hyuk said you gave up and couldn't handle the work..." he paused, "I am sorry if any of BTS did anything to upset you or deter you from working with us..." he trailed off, his eyes darting off to the side like he couldn't bear to look at me. God he really hated me that much.

"No," I said softly, casting my gaze to the ground, "you and BTS work incredibly hard and are so dedicated to your fans; it was an honour to work with you."

"Then why leave" he demanded his voice slightly harsher now, I glanced up at him, "because I don't believe that you would just give up on us."

I could hear my blood thumping in my head, the air feeling like it had grabbed me by the throat and was violently shaking me, throttling me. I diverted my line of sight away from his intense but soft gaze and didn't reply, what was there to say. Why did he even care that I had left, I was a disgusting, rude mess that didn't deserve to have met them. I deserved nothing.

I shuddered with self-hatred, my back being pressed up against the door the only thing that was holding me up when I was pulled into a warm body by gentle arms; I tensed up more at his touch, it was just something else I didn't deserve... his arms were tight around me but not oppressive or forceful and pressed against his t-shirt and hard torso beneath it I felt myself relax a little, his heartbeat methodical and rhythmic unlike my erratic one. A calming wave seeping over me; I inhaled slowly, the smell of his washing powder, shower gel and deodorant mingling co-operatively, making the air easily slip through my lungs as his chest started vibrating a little, he was humming... I tuned in; listening intently, forgetting everything but the quiet deep vibrations... it was the song about the importance of love I wrote and had to sing next to him...

I joined him at the chorus, like he had with the piano before, singing quietly into his torso; a low chuckle resounding from him as we finished. He released me from his gentle embrace and patted my head, "go home Y/N, it's 1 in the morning." I looked down at my phone which I held limp in my hand; I must've lost myself in my work... oh crap maybe my singing disturbed him...

"Sorry if I disturbed your work," I apologised. His eyes smiled, why did I feel so at ease and relaxed with him?

"No, I was on my way out and I heard you singing," he explained.

"Oh gosh I'm so sorry can you still hear?!" I joked giggling lightly earning a soft laugh from him before he yawned.

"Come on, let's go." He stated and we started walking to the exit. I texted a taxi while I was walking and he was humming again but it was another tune that I hadn't heard before. It was soothing but also already seemed to have immense meaning and emotion behind it.

We reached the entrance and my ride sat in the taxi lane, its lights blindingly bright in the dark night. "See you" Suga said simply, before walking away into the darkness towards the car park. I hopped into the taxi and was driven back to the apartment, on my journey replying to the text messages from my friend.