Fxcking Friends ⇒Yoongi x Reader

Chapter 22

Yoongi and I decided to head into school today. I expected hardly any students to attend. We'd spent our project work at home and they probably have been doing the same.
We drove the motorcycle into school. Yoongi held onto our laptop in the side car as I directed to the car park.
We parked up and entered the school gates.
Just as I guessed the school was silent.
"I think the recording room is this way." Yoongi spoke as we ventured through the lonely corridors.
We settled our laptop and lyric sheets in place as we both stared around the sound proof room.
"Let's get started." I smiled as I sat in front of a panel filled with buttons and switches, signalling Yoongi to record first.
He cleared his throat and began to rap to the song I played first.

"Pffffffff!" I laughed.
"Hey?" He frowned knowing full well that he'd completely messed up the song.
"You've changed the tempo, the words and missed the beat you were supposed to start on. Why have you made so many changes?" I smiled.
"I err just wanted to try a different style..." his voice sounded regretful.
"Yoongi you've written a love song." I grinned uncontrollably. " and to be honest, I love it." I laughed lightly at his embarrassed face.
"Really?" Yoongi's eyes lit up.
"Who's the lucky girl?" I joked.
"Errrrrrrrrr" Yoongi mumbled shy. "Can we just continue recording..?" He changed the subject.
"Okayyy 1 2 3 4" I counted him in this time.
His smooth voice complimented the deep bass and charming chords of the piano keys. I thought this style of music would be too sweet and lovey dovey for him but damn. Was. I. Wrong.
He sounds so fucking good. 
"Y/n?" Yoongi paused the music after completing his song recording.
His concerned eyes stared into my soul.
"You er said something right?" Yoongi questioned me.
I felt my face immediately heat up. I moaned. I fuck-
I hid my face myself from him.
"Yeah can I step outside for a minute?" I attempted to sound normal.
"Okay I'll set you up to record the next verse."
I closed the door behind me and took a massive gasp for air. I'm so embarrassed...
what kind of person moans because of their best friend? I'm such a s-
"Y/n?" Yoongi's head popped out from the door.
I glared wide eyed in his direction, trying to not look like a horny mess this time.
"It was my tongue technology wasn't it?" Yoongi smirked widely slightly biting his bottom lip.
"Huh?" I shockingly asked, knowing full well what he is referring to.
"Hehehe" Yoongi shuffled deviously into the room again.
"You little shit." I mumbled getting embarrassed further.
I cooled myself down and decided to re-enter the room.
Yoongi sat fiddling with the laptop wearing a very smug smile.
I stood in front of the mic.
"Ready?" Yoongi smirked up at me.
I nodded.
He pressed play on the laptop.
"1 2 3 4" Yoongi counted me in before I began to rap.
I'd never seen the lyrics before. Yoongi had composed a heart felt tune and I just let my voice speak the lyrics for me and my mind clouded with the message of this new song. I closed my eyes and felt the song in my mind. After I'd finished the rap I peered over to Yoongi.
He's...
He's
Crying.
He looked at me wide eyed as tears slowly trailed down his cheeks. I walked slowly towards him.  He was fine before...
Right?
I sat beside him and held his hands slowly squeezing his palm.
"What's wrong?" I spoke softly gaining eye contact causing me to once again glance at his upset features.
He didn't reply.
He remained frozen tears coating his face.
I cupped his cheeks with my hands in order to switch his focus.
We were inches apart.
I knew I wanted to kiss him.
But as a friend I must know what's bothering him.
The placement of my hands slowly slipped as his head fell to my shoulder.
He buried his head between my neck as his tears drowned my clothes. He hiccuped from his extreme crying and I pulled him close. I rubbed his back in order to sooth him.
He calmed a little and I pursued to relax him.
"Y/n... I. I-I sold our original song." Yoongi wailed into my neck.
"Shhh shhh." I comforted his unstable breathing. "Why did you sell it?"
"We missed Christmas... so I wanted to get you something. But... but..." He balled again.
"Yoongi I've never really celebrated Christmas before... I'm sorry we missed it..." I hugged him resting my head on his.
"I was going to surprise you b-but I was ripped off. They stole the song. They stole our work and pushed me away. I'm sorry... when I heard you rapping the new song." He paused. " I lost it, I'm so sorry."
I squeezed him tightly. I also felt tears brimming my eyes. Our weak sides make me question if we will ever make it into the music industry.
If we didn't have each other we'd be even further from our dreams.
But at the same time... I'm putting him in so much danger.
Unable to shake the thoughts of his unconscious body laying in a hospital bed again, I balled my eyes out with Yoongi.
Our clothes drenched with tears.
We were desperately finding the hope we had left.
To pursue our dreams.

"Yoongi?

I like...

This song better."
I smiled between sobs, clenching his shirt.
He nodded.