Yoongi x Reader short story

Chapter 1

Hello! This is my first super short story! I hope you enjoy!

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I kept to myself most of the time while I was a trainee at BigHit. I met many people, including the seven guys I debuted with. They took me as one of their own. I was close with all of them, but I still kept to myself most of the time. I helped write a lot of the lyrics to our songs and helped teach the choreography to the other members. I started to have feelings towards one of the members, Yoongi. He also helped write our songs. He acted cold, but everyone knew he was a real softy at heart. I knew we liked each other, we both did. We had both confessed to each other before. But we don't title ourselves as dating, more like best friends. The company did know about us, and they did give us the ok to date.

We did eventually start dating. It was weird at first, being affectionate with the other members watching, but we got use to it. Our first tour, as a couple, took a toll on our relationship. In the middle of the tour, we blew up on each other. It was all filmed. We started to bicker about one of the performances, then it turned into comments about other faults in other performances. Next thing you know, we were screaming at each other. I eventually stopped responding to him yelling at me. I just stayed quiet. When he left the room, my breathing started to become faster and tears started to well up in my eyes. I held them in. I knew that there was a camera filming me, and I didn't want our fans to see me cry over a silly fight. Yoongi walked back into the room, he looked like he calmed down since he left. I looked at him; I refused to say anything.

"Y/n," he stared into my eyes.

"Don't 'Y/n' me, Yoongi," I said. I could feel the tears well into my eyes again. I held them in.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things, and I shouldn't have commented about our solo performances," he said. He started to walk towards me. He touched my arm and I flinched back.

"Don't be sorry for what you did. Sorry doesn't fix anything; 'shouldn't' doesn't mean taken back. Words can't be taken back, you wouldn't have said them if you didn't mean them; don't try to act like you didn't," I said in monotone. I looked at him.

"Well what would you like me to do then? Get on my knees and pray to you?" he asked.

"Why would I want you to do that? That's just silly," I said.

"What do you want me to do then?" he asked.

"I want us to sit in silence for 10 minutes. Can you do that?" I asked. He nodded and we sat facing each other, in silence. It was an uncomfortable silence, but it was needed. In the back of my head, I could hear his comments replaying over and over again. I could hear my comments replaying over and over back at myself again. My head was spinning with terrible comments. I could feel the tears begin to stream down my face. My breathing began to exponentially increase. I could hear even worse thoughts beginning to swim into my mind. I looked up at him. He had this pitiful look on his face.

"Stop it," I said. I couldn't keep the tears in anymore. I started to ball. He stood up and wrapped his arms around me and pulled my head into his chest. He began to cry too. I wrapped my arms around his torso. "I could never hate you, Yoongi. But we have to realize when we step over our boundaries." We held each other for a while.