WDW × BTS IMAGINES [R E Q U E S T S A R E O P E N]

I'll Make You Believe You Are Lovely -- M.YG.

For: My Suga stans
Who: Yoongi
Type: Cute
Warnings: ×
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"Okay, and go!" I said, giving them the signal. The four of the boys that were there started the choreography, singing along to the music as they showed me how hard they've been trying to get it down.

"Don't leave me, I believe ," Jimin sang, as I saw Suga in the back, struggling with the move. I ran around them, grabbing Suga's arms and moving them where they had to go. He looked back at me with a sad look in his eyes as J-hope walked in and smiled at the progress the four had made. He yanked his arms from my grip and walked out of the studio, well, sprinted.

"Suga, wait, really," I said as I ran after him, seeing his shadow turn a corner.

"Yoongi!" I yelled, knowing he hated it when I used his name.

"What? What, are you here to criticize me on how terrible I am?"

"You were amazing! Why are you like this?"

"I don't need your help."

"Suga, salang, stop bottling this up. I know there's something going on in that mind of yours."

"There's nothing wrong with me, leave me alone!"

"Suga please, just, talk to me."

He stopped walking away from me, dead in his tracks. I saw his head fall, and I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck from behind.

"I can't do it."

"Love, you can do anything."

"That's what everyone said."

"Do you even hear yourself? You have thousands of millions of people, all around the world, loving you, supporting you. You have the boys. You have me."

"Do I really?"

"Of course you do. I've always been here for you, you just never took advantage of it."

"Okay, so I'm gonna trust you right now. Please, I'm begging you, don't tell anyone about what I'm about to say."

"Never."

"Alright. I... I'm not that happy guy that people see through a camera or on a stage. I haven't been for about 5 years now."

"But, the band only started 6 years ago."

"Exactly. I've got self-esteem issues. The guys are always such good this, such good that, and I feel like I'm not good enough."

"You are more than good enough, Suga."

"Am I?"

"Of course. I'll make you believe you are lovely."

He smiled the adorable, gummy smile that I've seen only on cameras. I finally did it, I made him smile. What he doesn't know is that I've fallen for him, his rare bright smile, his sweet voice, everything about him. I love him.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"I... I love you, Suga."

His eyes widened, and his smile got bigger as he stepped closer to me and lifted me up, touching his forehead to mine.

"I've waited to hear those words for... wait, how long have you been our choreographer?"

"Uhh, about a year plus a month?"

"So for a year."

"That's impossible."