사랑해유.. ||BTS x M!Reader|| oneshots

×First Love× M.Y.G

You are the 8th member of BTS, and you're tall af like maybe 189 cm, You are the same age as JK, and you have heterochromia (two different coloured eyes)

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2009

I remember that moment,
Way taller than my height...

Rain trickled down Yoongi's face  while people rushed by, ignoring his pleads. Tears cornered in his eyes from frustration and anger. It had been a month since he tried giving out his mixtape but not a single person dared to take it. He figured that it would be to soon to put a price tag on his mixtape so he gave it out for free, but nobody took it.

The pale boy placed his head on his hands, why...why..why do they not want it, it's just free.. I worked hard on it.

He had spent months putting up together the perfect mixtape, and he poured his soul into it. He wrote about his struggles, insecurities and depression, made sure his flow was perfect, and the beat was catchy.

He wanted to cry right now.

just about when he was about to call it quits, he felt a gentle poke on his knee. He let out a shaky sigh in annoyance before he lifted his head up, only to be greeted with a tall male with (e/c) eyes and blue hair. He was really handsome, Sharp eyes, strong jawline, not too thick lips and strong eyebrows.

"May I have one of those?" He pointed at the sad, lonely disks sitting on the Bench, right beside Yoongi's foot. "I had gotten an interest on rap music lately, and I figured why not give yours a try." The tall male gave a cute smile that made Yoongi's heart pound against his ribcage. The man's front teeth were a bit too large, giving him the appearance of a cute otter. His smile made Yoongi grin too. Yoongi
shoved a disk in the male's hand in eager and nodded, "Yes, Please! After you are done listening to it, Please do give me some feedback! You could keep the disk though."

"Alright, I promise I will. By the way, my name is (b/n)(brother's name), and you are...?"

"Yoongi, Min Yoongi. Thanks for stopping by, (b/N)!"

....The brown piano that guided me
I looked up to you, I yearned for you
When I touched you with my small finger

"Fine! If you love music more than us, then just go!" A middle aged woman yelled at Yoongi "You keep pestering me about your pathetic dream to become a rapper, but it will never come true! You will see that I'm right and come back crawling back to us!"

"FINE! ILL SHOW YOU WHAT I AM REALLY CAPABLE OF!" Yoongi screamed at his mother, grabbed his bag and slammed the door shut and ran away from this place he called hell.

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Yoongi waited..waited...and waited  for (b/n). Since meeting (b/n), a couple of people started requesting for a disk or two, and came back the next day showering him with compliments, it was a huge ego boost for him, but he looked forward to seeing (b/n), and him telling how great of a rapper Yoongi was. His ego would have gone through the roof if that would happen, but he never showed up. It's been weeks since he last saw the tall otter boy (as Yoongi fondly nicknamed him).

Yoongi still wondered how he's still surviving, he had been staying in his friend's house for the past weeks, but he literally had no money on him. He felt guilty when Jaebum had to spend money on him, and started a small part time job as a waiter. But still he produced more songs and sold them for atleast 2$.

The clouds got heavier, and darker as time passed by, and before he knew it, it was raining, hard.

"Fuck, I am so absolutely fucked-" He grabbed his bag in a panic and pulled it close, trying to not get it wet. These disks were his only hope to prove himself.