Bts imagines

Try again ( yoongi)

"Maybe we should just end this. Don't fight it, I know you want to as well." You whispered. Yoongi ran his hand through his hair knowing this was going to be the end. It's true, he had been thinking of breaking things off ever since he decided it was time to follow his dream and audition for BigHit. You and Yoongi had talked about your dreams and you knew they were completely different but what you never truly realised was to live them, you couldn't have each other- well until now. "I'm sorry Y/N." He said, tentatively stepping closer as if the tension in the air was physically stopping his movements. You walked into his chest for what seemed to be the last time, "Don't be. Don't be sorry for who you are because that's why I love you." You breathed in his scent as tears began to form in your eyes. "Don't cry. This is hard enough as it is." He said as you separated again. After that day you still talked for a while as you packed up your stuff, he even came to help you pack your last box, after all you had been friends for almost 7 years now. "So where are you headed first?" He asked with a slight crack in his voice as you took the final box from him and put it in your car. "Japan. What about you, where is Min Yoongi going?" You asked just basking in this moment as part of you wished it would last forever. "I... I have no clue." He said with a slight sigh which could be mistaken as a laugh by anyone who didn't know him as well as you. You silently wished that one day while travelling somewhere, you would hear his voice over the radio or tv, and maybe he would remember you, maybe he wouldn't but you'd look into his eyes through the pixelated screen and know he had made it. It has been three years since you last saw Min yoongi. You hadn't expected to see him after you left, but you always hoped you might. Out of all the ways you had dreamt this moment could go in your head, this definitely wasn't one of them. Whilst travelling around you had taken odd jobs, experiencing and doing things you never thought you would until now. You were in a movie, helped write a novel, and now you were here at the biggest music award show in Asia. When the company had reached out for you to present a few awards while you were in Korea again for the time being, you couldn't resist. How many chances would you get to present such an important award? Ever since you were a kid you loved music but you never thought you were good enough to take it further. That's how you met Yoongi in the first place, you had found an abandoned piano at a park near your house when you first moved and the chipped ivory keys just pulled you in. The seat creaked as you sat and you could feel how comfortable it once was, and your hands brushed the keys at first. Yoongi actually used that piano a lot but he was never prepared for the day he would walk into that alleyway and hear such a sweet voice singing along to the perfect tune. You snapped back to reality as clapping surrounded you, remembering where you actually were. You were being given the envelop containing the winner along with being told just to follow the screen near the stage for what to say. You tried to take everything in before heading to the stairs to the left of the stage. It had been a long time since you had dressed up so fancy, a black sparkly, fitted dress with matching heels, a fair amount of makeup and hair curled to frame your face. To say the least, you looked pretty damn good. "Y/N? It's time to go on." Your co-host said taking your hand in his as you walked up the stairs with the crowds cheers filling the stadium. Everything was going smoothly with the awards, there was no problems and minimal delays with the artist who had speeches, just on time you were reaching the final award for the night, Artist of the Year. It was the biggest award of the night and you were reading the list, "And the final nominee, BTS. And the winner of the Artist of the Year award goes to... BTS!" You announced and the entire stadium roared. It was strange you had never heard of this group but everyone seemed to love them. You noticed seven men around your age stand up in unison, hugging and walking towards the stage. One by one they bunched up beside you but one especially caught your eye. You could only see the side of his face but you could tell it apart any day, it was Yoongi. His hair was blue now instead and he had glowed up quite a bit. You weren't one hundred percent sure but it seemed as if he was avoiding eye contact, did he not recognise you? Before you knew it they boys were gone again and you were being guided off stage by your co-host. "That was amazing, we smashed it." He said hugging you tightly, "You are coming to the after party right? You seemed really interested in the BTS group. They will be there I think." He said as he shrugged off his suit jacket and removed his ear piece. "Yeah, yeah. Of course. Would you give me a lift?" You said still in a daze. Less than two hours later you were walking arm on arm into a stunning venue with drink in hand. Even one who was nominated and/or had won awards were there along with the other hosts who you tried chatting with for sometime. "Ah Y/N!" You heard a voice, it was one of the other hosts, "You look stunning and you did great. It's so nice to finally put a face to a name we've heard so much about you." They said and you mingled for a little while longer before excusing yourself to the bar for a drink. You signalled to waiter and just asked for a glass of water since you didn't want to deal with a hangover for the next morning when you felt a hand wrap around your waist. You were about to hit whoever had the nerve to put their hands on you like that but you froze as the person whispered, "So are you just going to act like i'm not here." His suit clad body slid into the chair next to you and you found yourself speechless. "Well if it isn't the Min Yoongi." You said with the same sigh/laugh he had given you the day you left in an attempt to cover the shake in your voice. Were you meant to cry? Jump for joy? Or just plain act like you ending never happened? "You look amazing tonight." He said ordering a drink as well, "Really is that you refused to make eye contact with me" You joked taking a sip of the water the waiter had just handed you. Yoongi laughed with that classic gummy smile that you had forgotten how much you loved, "how have you been?" He came around to ask, "I've been good what about you?" You asked just being polite. "Me too. What have you been doing." There it was, the awkward 'it's been a few years and i've forgotten how to talk to you' conversation. You never thought there would be a point in time where you would feel like you couldn't talk to yoongi but here you were. "Yoongi how about we go talk somewhere else?" You suggested knowing his studio wasn't too far from the venue, "Yeah you know the way still right?" He joked as you led the way out of the place onto the cold streets. You could see your breath in front of you, rising into the air and disappearing around you as you left the party far behind, now on the empty streets of the night. Like it was second nature yoongi wrapped you his suit jacket, his hand lingering on your shoulder as if debating whether to keep it there. After that you walked in silence until you reached his studio in which you could finally warm up. "I never knew if i'd get to see these four walls again." You mumbled mainly to yourself as you sunk into the sofa but he heard, "Ah so you missed my walls more than me, good to know." He said taking a seat in his spinning chair. "You know what I meant." You giggled playfully hitting his arm as he moved closer to you. "I know... I really have missed you." He said and the atmosphere changed within seconds. It had been years since you had even seen or heard from him yet here you were in his same old studio where he had started it all. He brought your hand up to his and intertwined your fingers, "You remember when i first brought you here?" he asked even though he knew you could never forget such an important moment for the both of you. The first time he brought you to the studio was because he told you he had written his first song, what he didn't tell you is that it was actually his confession. The first time he brought you to the studio you arrived as friends and left as a couple. "How could I forget." You said finally realising how your forehead was pressed again yoongi's like it had that day, and as if history was repeating itself, his lips were on yours. Within seconds you were kissing as if you had been with him the whole time, as if nothing had changed. His hands roamed your sides before landing in the small of your back with you straddling him, while your hands twisted in the hair at the back of his head. You didn't want it to end but you found yourself pulling back after about 5 solid minutes of making out. "I'm sorry I shouldn't ha-" He started but you cut him off, "No I'm sorry it's just, it's been three years yoongi, three. After that long of a break, things don't just go back to the way they were. Even if we were together for almost four years, I just don't know if I'm ready to jump right back into a relationship." You explained, even though you hated seeing the hurt look on his face you continued, "Nothing has changed yoongi. I hate to say it but it's true, you're still an Idol, and I still want to travel the world." He sighed because he knew you were right. You broke up because you both couldn't handle the distance in a relationship and nothing is different now. "Please Y/N I can't lose you again. Seeing you tonight finally made me realise how much I really have missed you." He said and you honestly thought he might cry, "Come with me. They say home is where the heart is but my heart is with you. So come with me, travel with me. It might not be everything you've ever wanted but If you love me would you at least give us a chance again." He was almost begging at this point. You would be lying if you said you hadn't missed him. His gummy smile, his hands on your waist, he rough morning voice, his short kisses before he left, long kisses when it really mattered. You just missed him. You let out a shaky breath, "Okay. I'm willing to try." You said and you couldn't hold back your smile before bringing your lips to his again.