𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

yoongi - request

thank you blueepoetic for requesting this imagine, i hope you enjoy.

before we begin, i'd like to state something. since my last imagine, i've been thinking about ways that i can still write and get my work done. thankfully, i've found one. like i'm doing with many of my other stories, i am planning on prewriting my chapters and updating them in collections of five. this way, i can still write in my free time and you guys can have something to read. so yes, the imagines book and orphic will be continued. (please note that during exam week, i will be on hiatus)

lots of love and apologies 💕💕💕💕💕

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Breaking up.

It's the act of leaving another that you used to love for reasons related to you or your relationship. Sometimes, it can end with a smile and wish to still be friends. Other times, it leads to obsessiveness and constantly thinking that they'll come back to you. In some cases, like Min Yoongi's, you're stuck in the middle. You want to move on but your mind is dragging you back to the burden that should be in the past.

How can he forget the one thing that used to bring a smile to his face?

People like that always have a friend, someone who wants to see them happier and living life again. Luckily for Yoongi, that person is you.

"Yoongi! Open up! I have coffee!" You smile to yourself as you hear his feet softly padding towards the door. He opens it with a tired frown, the corners of his lips twitching upwards ever so slightly when his gaze lands on you.

You, however, try your hardest to hide the cherry red blush creeping up your neck when you notice that he is without a shirt. The milky white of his skin looks smooth under the little light in his apartment. You shake your head before you do something stupid.

"Good morning, Yoongi."

He grumbles out a reply, sliding out of the way so you can enter. Placing the coffee on the counter, you sneak into his room and grab a loose shirt for him to put on. He chuckles when you return, carelessly throwing the material over his head.

You bite your lip and hand him a coffee, taking a much needed sip from yours. He sighs in contempt, eyes scrunching together in disgust.

"What is this?"

Frowning, you take it out of his hand and take a sip. True to his expression, it's horrid. Choking, you tip it down the sink. He grimaces at the after taste and waltzes into the living room with yours.

Not that you mind.

"What are we doing today, Y/N?" He asks, completely used to your sly antics to get him up and moving.

"Today, we are going for a walk. Are you up for it?"

He nods, changing his course towards his room. "Be ready in a bit."

You clasp your hands together and roam around his living room, silently giggling at the collection of childhood photos he has. You then pass by a few of him and his ex. Blinking back tears, you turn them over. Seeing her so happy with him makes your heart yearn to have the same.

Only difference being that you might actually still have it.

He emerges from his room wearing jeans, sneakers, a padded jacket that's done up and a beanie. "What? It's getting cold out."

You quickly open up one of his windows, gasping at the cool breeze nipping at your uncovered arms. He silently retreats into his room, returning with another jacket for you.

"Here."

Thanking him, you warm yourself up in his jacket and make your way towards the door.

Soon enough, the two of you are enjoying the peacefulness outside in each other's company. No-one has said anything in a while but as far as you're concerned, it doesn't make a difference.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm?" You look over to see Yoongi staring at some lamb skewers. Grinning, you grab his hand pull him towards the cue, ignoring the startled grunt leaving his lips. His hand is cold under your touch so you don't let go until you reach the front.

He doesn't make you let go either.

The two of you enjoy your meal as you walk, occasionally brushing your shoulders up against one another.

"How are you feeling about you know who?" You ask, hoping for him to say something that will give you hope.

"Truth be told, this is the first time I'm thinking about her today. I've been so distracted with you, she now just seems like a distant memory."

Your heart soars with so many emotions that it's hard to just focus on one. Courage decides to take over, leaving you ready to confront him.

"So. I was wondering if you'd like to, you know, uh, go...out...with...me?"

He stops in his path, empty gaze pinned on you. "What?"

"Well, I like you and it's been a seriously long time and I was just hoping that we could go out to see a movie or something," you look down at the ground, dread deflating your mood.

"No. Why would you-Y/N! Wait!"

You just run, embarrassed to face him and believe that you thought he could ever like you. It starts raining the minute your first tear drops, the sky reflecting your mood.

It's been a few hours since you ran and there's been multiple texts and missed calls from Yoongi. You honestly just don't want to deal with his version of a gentle put down. The last call goes straight to voicemail before someone knocks on your door.

Frowning, you head over and open it, gasping when you see a soaking wet and heavily panting Yoongi standing there.

You want to say something but the words are clogged up in your throat. Thankfully, he goes first.

Cupping your face, he pushes you inside and up against the wall, slamming the door shut with his leg. You go to say something but are silenced by him smashing his lips against yours in a passionate manner.

His lips are cold and taste of rain, some of the drops falling onto you but you can hardly care less. One of his hands slides down to your hips, pulling them into his.

A few more soft pecks and he pulls away, licking his now plump and swollen lips.

"I'm sorry. I need you more than I thought I did. Will you reconsider?"

You breathlessly nod, taking his wet jacket off him. He shivers so you bring him into your arms.

"How about we have a movie date now?"

"I would love that."