Remember | Yoongi FF (C)

The Picture

Oh no..

I stood there. Looking at the picture in my hands. It seemed old. The faces in the picture were young. Too young to be honest. But one thing is for sure. I knew those faces. I put the picture back in my bag and started washing the dishes while thinking who this guy might be, to possess such a picture.

I haven't even seen his face. I don't even know his name. Why does he have a picture of me and my brother? Is he looking for me? For him? For both of us? Is this random?

I went to bed, still thinking about all these theories of how I might know him. Nothing. No idea. My eyes were heavy and I gave in to sleep.

Yoongi's POV

How could I lose the one and only picture I have from my past. Ugh! I barely remember the faces in the picture. I won't be able to recognize them when and if I ever find them.

Hours passed and I was more careful about who goes in and out of every bus. Without the picture I was lost.

I need to find that picture.

The next bus came and there she is again. As usual, sleepy but with a smile on her face. "Hey" she said to me and just passed me by without waiting for my response.

Rude

And that's when I remembered what happened few nights ago. I stayed at her place. I took off my clothes. It must have fell off my jacket. And now she's being rude cause I left without saying thanks and yesterday I blew her off without telling her my name.

Maybe I'm the rude after all. Fuck!

"Hey! Wait up" I ran after her. She kept walking away. "Hey, I'm sorry, don't avoid me like that" I grabbed her arm and stopped her. She turned to look at me and she was different. She wasn't smiling. Why wasn't she smiling? "Oh hey. I'm sorry, I wasn't avoiding you. I'm just too sleepy and tired and I'm thinking too much and-" she started talking non stop and I almost regretted my decision to stop her from walking away. But for some reason, I did stop her. It wasn't the feeling in my stomach at the thought of her avoiding me. Not at all. I just need to find the picture.
"Hey, breath!" I stopped her from her rambling. "Ah, yeah. S-Sorry I tend to do that sometimes. Is everything okay?" she said tilting her head. "Y-Yeah, of course. I just.. Uhm.. I'm sorry for leaving your house just like that. And I'm sorry for last night" at my words her jaw dropped to the ground. "You said you're sorry? So, that means.. You have a heart?" her eyes locked on mine and for a moment I've lost all the words that I wanted to speak. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I just thought of you like, a cold hearted person. I, for some reason, don't actually believe that, though. But you know, the way you act and the mystery about who you are, got me confused" I kept looking at her explaining things she didn't have to explain and I realised how her eyes stay open the whole time she speaks. No blinking at all.

What the fuck is wrong with me? THE PICTURE!

"No, it's not like that. But, the less people know who I am, the better. I'm here to finish some business" she took a step back to my surprise and I panicked that I gave her the wrong impression. "No, it's not as bad as it sounds. Don't get me wrong. At least it can't get any worse than it was in the past" I explained myself.

Why did I do this? Okay, now focus Yoongi!

"So you're not looking to kill anyone, right?" my heart sunk at her words. My memories of the day Kai died came right back. And the years that went by without him, without even myself. "No. I won't kill anyone" I said looking down to avoid her intense gaze. "Great! Then I'll help you. But, you have to do something for me first" I widened my eyes "Uhm.. What?" she smiled. And I felt kind of relieved. "Join me for dinner tonight"

Y/N's POV

Few hours later, I managed to cook a decent meal and tidy up a bit the house. I was taking a quick shower when I heard the bell.

Well of course!

"GIVE ME A SECOND!" I wrapped my self with a towel and went to open the door running. I came face to face with two wide-open eyes. He was frozen at my doorstep unable to move or speak. He quickly closed shut his eyes and I giggled. I grabbed his hand and I felt his body jerk upon my touch. I pulled him inside and closed the door. "I'm going to dress up" I said and let go of his hand, making my way to my bedroom. Right before I enter the room I looked back and saw him checking me out. But this time, I froze.
I froze looking at him, taking a step forward. Then he froze again, thinking about what he did. I entered the room and closed the door behind me.

After few minutes I walked into the small living room, finding him staring at the painting above the TV. "I only cooked mac and cheese, didn't have time for something else, sorry" I said not to loud. He turned his gaze at me. "It's fine. Shall we eat? I'm starving"
We ate awkwardly. We didn't speak. "Why won't you tell me your name?" I finally spoke. "It's better this way. If anyone recognizes me and see me with you, it's gonna be hard for you. If you don't know my name it's gonna be  easier" he said in deep voice without hesitation. "I see. So, the person you're looking for, is family? Friend?" he took a deep breath before answering. "Friend. At least it used to be. Then I moved out of the city and we lost touch. But I have to find her. To explain everything. And maybe we can continue from where we left of back then and she can help me with some personal issues, too". I listened to him carefully. "Why are you so eager to help me anyway?" he spoke again. He caught me off guard. "I don't honestly know. I just feel like it. Like, the last thing I want to to do before.. Before I won't be able to, anymore. Not so openly at least" I saw the confusion written all over his face. "What's that supposed to mean? Are you sick?" I laughed a bit louder that I intended "I'm sorry. No I'm not sick. But my parents think so. So they force me to be a nun. In two weeks to be exact. They think that I'm possessed or something and only God can save me" I chuckled and he was shocked. "What the hell? Why would they think something like that?" he almost screamed. "I claim to know something. Something that it's too bad for my family. So I guess they're trying to shut me up this way. So I won't be able to destroy them" his jaw dropped. "Wow. That's so messed up. I wish I could help you somehow" my stomach filled with butterflies. "Unless you can go back in time, or make someone admit what they actually saw, instead of hiding the truth out of fear, I don't think it's possible to help me. Not you, not anyone" his eyes were sad. And my heart felt pain to have burden him with my story. "I'm really sorry. I hope you'll find a way someday" I smiled at him and he softened his expression. "Oh, by the way, I have something for you, wait here" I stood up and walked to my room to get the picture. I wasn't sure if I was going to tell him it was me and my brother in the picture. Maybe it was a random thing. Maybe if he knew me he would recognize me and not act like a stranger. I'll just let it go. If he knows me he will reveal himself to me.

I walked back to the living room and found him looking through the cushions on the couch, under the couch, everywhere. "Is this what you're looking for?" I said waving the small picture in front of me, smirking. "Yeah. Look, I'm sorry for invading your privacy. I should have just ask you" he said hanging his head low. I walked closer to him and gave him the picture. "It's okay. I understand. We don't actually know each other, it's only fair not to trust me" I smiled and tried to walk away when his hand grabbed mine and pulled me back hitting his chest. "I know we don't know each other. But you've cared for me more than people I knew most of my life. Even if it's just for moral reasons, you do care and you want to help me, and I really appreciate that" his voice so low, raspy, almost inaudible. His head getting closer. Too close. He reached his hand to take off the mask. Eyes always locked on mine. I grabbed his hand stopping him. "Are you sure about that?" he nodded and I removed his hand from the mask and instead I placed my hand on the mask. His hand traveled its way to my waist while the other caressed my cheek. I slowly started to remove the mask, while closing my eyes. And then I felt his lips touching mine. It was for a short moment. And then he pulled back. I wanted more. I opened my eyes to see why he stopped, but that's when it all made sense.

"Y-Yoongi?" his hands dropped off of me.
"Y/N, is that you?"