PICTURESQUE. | MYG

iii

"That's a wrap." You call with a smile as you shut your camera off. The seven men in front of the backdrop rejoice, and the two yougest you met, Taehyung and Jungkook, practically sprint to the dressing room in search of food. Seokjin and Namjoon thank you, while Hoseok goes straight in for a hug, which doesn't surprise you at all. Jimin shyly waves and recedes into the dressing room, looking over his shoulder to Yoongi, who lags behind. You begin to disassemble your camera setups as Yoongi waves the younger boy away.

You blatantly ignore him as he comes to stand next to you, focusing on your task at hand. Yoongi lets out an aggravated sigh. "Can we please talk?"

"Hm. Weird, I thought I heard someone talk. Must just be my imagination playing tricks on me." You say, not even looking up as you break down the tripod in front of you. You don't need to look at Yoongi to know he's glaring at you, and it brings you a special kind of satisfaction.

"Are you fucking serious—Y/n. We can act like mature adults about this, or you can continue acting like you're seven." Yoongi said, trying his best to keep his tone even. You lift the tripod and tuck it under one arm, continuing to ignore him as you walk to your big bag of supplies and put the tripod in. "Please." You stop, the vulnerable note in his voice making a pang of hurt strike you for being so adamant on giving him a guilt trip.

"You have two minutes." You say, turning to face him. Up close, you can still see what remains of his baby face, the one who's cheeks you used to squeeze just to mess with him because you knew he hated when you did.

"What I did—How I left you wasn't right." He began, and before you could control your mouth, words slipped out.

"Wow, nice observation. Five years later and you've just become so wise." You snark, and he rolls his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"I deserve an extra minute by default. That was rude." He points out, and you open your mouth to let out another barrage of ruthless sarcasm, but he cuts you off. "Another minute you have to listen to me for every time you interrupt." You close your mouth with a scowl and cross your arms.

"Anyways, it was awful of me. Back then, I didn't see that, but now, I do." He says. You can practically see the cogs turning in his brain as he fights to find the right words. "I know that me apologizing and saying you didn't deserve that isn't enough, even though I really do mean it when I say that I'm sorry. I don't want you to hate me, and I hate how hostile we are with one another—I know it won't fix everything, but let me make it up to you." He says, stepping slightly closer. You gape at his courage, and an incredulous laugh bubbles from your lips.

"Oh my god. You have got to be kidding me right now." You laugh, though the last thing you feel is humorous. You shake your head, turning away from Yoongi and zip up your bag of supplies, heaving it onto your shoulder.

"I know people now, Y/n. I have connections, I can help you." He says, and you only get angrier.

"Look, you may have gotten all rich and famous and whatever, but the last thing I need is your help." You scold him, eyes cold and somehow fiery with pure anger. "If you wanted me not to hate you, you shouldn't have done what you did. You fucked up, Yoongi, and now you have to deal with it."

"You're seriously going to hold a grudge? Maybe you really aren't over me." Yoongi says, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. This is when you've had enough. You spin around to face him and hold up your left hand, ring finger sparkling. You smile as Yoongi's jaw goes slack, his eyes trained on the diamond ring.

"I am over you, but clearly, you aren't over yourself. You may be an idol now, with new things and new fans and new friends, and—hell, you may have a whole new life, but you are still the same person. The same selfish, arrogant person you were when you left me, no explanation, no goodbye. No nothing." You say, your voice scarily quiet. That's how Yoongi knows you mean it. He says nothing, frozen as his eyes bore into your own. "So you don't get to explain now. You don't get to, Yoongi, that's not how life works. I don't want to talk to you, or look at you, or take these god damn photos of you, but I have to. So, please. For once in your life, can you just do what I want: leave me the hell alone." You say, and with that, you're out the door, bag of photography supplies on your shoulder and Yoongi gaping.

Y/n's married, he thought to himself. He's in shock. He can still remember when he could imagine you and him together, a time when the ring on your finger would correspond with his own. Now, she's someone else's. Yoongi's stomach twists as he finally begins to process. He thought of you a lot at first after he left, but it slowly decreased to every now and then and then hardly at all. But the thought of you finding someone else never once crossed his mind—not because he couldn't see you moving on, but because he almost couldn't bear to think of it. He didn't want to leave you, but he did, so the thought of you belonging to another left his heart raw and aching.

"You're the rapper she knew, aren't you?"

Yoongi turned around to see Hoseok, his face solemn and serious, his usual smile replaced with a small frown. Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows at the younger man. "We were joking around earlier, before you all were ready." He began to explain. "She said she knew a guy who was a rapper before. She was talking about you, wasn't she?" He asked. Yoongi swallows the lump in his throat and nods, eyes avoiding Hoseok's. Hoseok could always read him like an open book, and if he stared at Yoongi long enough, he could tell exactly how he was feeling. "You weren't just acquaintances, were you?" Hoseok continues, making his way to Yoongi, who nods once more. "What happened, man?"

Yoongi sighs, rolling his shoulders back and clearing his throat. Hoseok always knows how to make him talk. He manages a small smile at the younger man and slings his arm around him, beginning to walk back to the dressing room. "It's kind of a long story."

"I've got time." He says, patting Yoongi on the back comfortingly. He knows it's hard for the older man to open up.

"Well, I'll start from the beginning."

•

You walk into your house, tossing your stuff unceremoniously onto the ground by the door. How could a day have started off so well and ended so badly? You sigh, hearing the pitter patter of little feet approach. Soomi zooms into the foyer, and tackles your legs. You smile, faintly, bending down to meet her eyelevel.

She pulls back from the hug and smiles at you, and your smile fades as you cup her chubby cheeks. Her eyes. You love those eyes. Those eyes that fill with joy at the sight of ice cream, that well with love when she looks at you or Sejun.

Those eyes that look exactly like her father's.

Exactly like Yoongi's.

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