Letters - M.YG x Reader

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PT
I pick up my bag and I notice it's a little lighter. I don't think much of it and go to my locker.

Opening my locker, I expect another 'letter' but instead I see a little badly drawn diagram. It was of a laughing emoji..?

I crumple the paper and look back into my locker. I notice that some things have been moved around. Okay what's going on?

I look around my locker and see that the secret compartment I had was open.

Fuck. The letters I hadn't put into Yoongi's compartment were put into there. I should check my bag.

I walk into the lunch hall and take a seat at my usual empty table. I put my back onto the table and start taking stuff out, looking for my notes.

Wait. My diary.. where is it?! That diary has everything in there. My most inner thoughts. My most deepest thoughts. My most darkest thoughts.

I don't want to think it fell into the wrong hands. I start scratching my arms in an attempt to calm my nerves.

"Day Eleven-three-six-seven of school and still no friends. Sigh. But it's all good, I got to see Yoongi again." I hear a boy giggle in a falsetto voice. Everyone in the cafeteria starts to laugh

My body tenses up at the mention of familiar words. But from where?

"He's just as handsome as I remember. His beautiful soft hair, now dyed silver, his cute triangular shaped eyes and button nose. His small but oh-so kissable lips. His lips, how I crave them. The feeling of his lips against mine." He laughs, flipping his imaginary hair.

I bite on my nails, focusing on the words. I look at the boy, it's Seokjin.

"I made Yoongi jealous! I mean, that wasn't my intention. But still! I'm happy he cares." I look at his hands and realise...

"Why are you like this? Anyways, gotta go! Dad's coming this way so I've got to go. He sounds angry. - Gu Y/N." He slams the book closed.

I realised that was my diary. The whole hall erupts once again in laughter. I notice Yoongi's disgusted glare on me.

"Hyung! Look what I found!" Jungkook shouts, standing on a table beside him.

"Dear Min Yoongi,

When will you see me the way I see you?

- Gu Y/N"

He reads out, a snigger at the end.

Having enough I run towards the staircase leading towards the rooftop.

-

Yoongi's PT's

She's disgusting, how could she even think about me in that manner. It's disgusting. Jfc.

"Dear diary,

I'm sorry the writing is so messy. Dad just left and I don't think I can do this anymore. He brought back slappy. I can't do this. I'm leaving.

I'm going to get some money and leave. I won't bother with food, he says I'm too fat anyways. I have to get out of this closet first. I can see the axe I was always afraid he'd use on me one day.

I'll use it... till then, diary. - Gu Y/N." Seokjin reads out as the room goes silent.

What?

I feel a sharp pain in my head.

Slappy... that name rings a bell, where have I heard it before?"

"M-my dad has this ventriloquist dummy, he calls it slappy. I-Ive always b-been scared of him, d-dad says if I tell people, slappy will kill m-me. 'He'll stab you Y/N, he will. Till your g-guts will f-fall out.' He tells me. Yoongi I'm so s-scared."

The voice echoes in my head.

"'It's okay baby, I've got you.' I whisper soothingly. 'I love you Y/N.' She smiles. 'I love you more."

More memories return.

"Y/N GET OFF THE ROAD. DEATH IS NOT THE ANSWER." I cry.
But she wouldn't budge. I ran onto the road as a truck approached her, pushing her out of the way. "YOONGI NO!" I hear her scream.

I remember.

I get up and run after her.

PT
I pull my knees up to my head and bury my head between them, sniffing simultaneously.

I hear the door open and rapid footsteps before feeling arms wrap around me. "Get off me." I seethe, shrugging their arms off me. "Y/N, don't be like that." I hear his voice.

That was definitely not Yoongi. I lift my head up to look at him. "Taehyung?" I ask, confused. He smiles and hugs me again. "Shh, just let it all out. " he pats my back slowly.

-

"Taehyung, Thank you so much. I owe you one." I smile awkwardly. "Don't worry, I just want you to do me a favour." "Sure." I say enthusiastically. I didn't however, expect what he said next.

"Will you go on a date with me?" He asks. I look him in the eyes, filled with genuine intention. "Is this a bet? Or another joke?" I ask confused.

"No. I really do like you." He says seriously.

"Y/N give me a chance, I'll help you move on from Yoongi. I've always liked you, please." He whispers. Too speechless to say anything, I just stare.

After about a minute he starts to get up. "I understand." He sighs. I cup his cheeks quickly, turning them towards me before planting a quick peck on his lips.

He blushes, the crimson colour instantly taking over his normally tan skin. He re-connects our lips in a harsh kiss, his teeth clashing with mine.

We were too immersed in the kiss to realise someone had been standing there the whole time. Finally pulling away, I notice something in my peripheral vision.

I turn towards the door, a teary-eyed Yoongi stood. His lips trembling. "I'm sorry, I remember now." He croaks out. "It's too late for that now." I deadpan.

"You're saying these words like you hate me now." He mutters. "I've moved on, and you should too. You showed me your true colours."