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Tears. (M.Y.G)

A.N: I am truly sorry if I didn't capture Yoongi's personality to his full extent. I tweaked it a bit so that it can hopefully flow. 

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         During one stormy night, all it took was one phone call to ruin Min Yoongi's life. He still remembers the dispatcher's voice saying that there had been an accident, and that his girlfriend was in critical condition at the hospital. He still remembers staring at the phone like he's never seen it before in his life. His senses were wild, and the man had raced outside, immediately drenched in the pouring rain, but he paid it no mind. Yoongi still recalls the panic and despair running through his veins, the repeated 'please not her' echoing in his head like a mantra. He can still feel the tight grip he had on the steering wheel, his foot stepping on the gas like a dead weight. His eyes were blurred, though he was unsure if it was from the rain on the windshield, or because of the salty tears threatening to fall. 

          Min Yoongi was known as a man with a heart of stone. His co-workers said that he was heartless, they've never seen him laugh genuinely or smile with true mirth. It all seemed like a facade, and no one knew how vulnerable he truly was. Until she came along. 

          Song Y/n was new to the music company that Yoongi was working under. He had been on his way to his studio, coffee in hand and thoughts churning as he tried to come up with a new rap. Lost in his own world, he hadn't realized that there was a girl, equally lost as him, walking his way. They collided, with her bumping into him. The coffee that he wanted to enjoy spilled all over his shirt, dousing him with burning liquid. He hissed, ready to verbally attack whoever did this. Opening his mouth and looking up, a sharp insult ready on his tongue, his eyes were met with crystal e/c ones, glimmering with frantic panic and guilt. "I'm so sorry!" The girl gushed, her hands held out like she wanted to help him, but wasn't sure how. "I wasn't looking where I was going, and I didn't realize you were-" He cut her off with a wave. "Can you get me some napkins or something?" He asked, sounding harsher than he had wanted. She froze momentarily before nodding and scurrying to the secretary's desk where a box of tissues lay. Yoongi winced, muttering a small thanks when she came back. 

          "Again, I'm really sorry!" She said, panic subsiding, but guilt still laced in her voice. The man shook his head. "It's fine, we're both at fault." A silence filled the air, the girl shuffling awkwardly. "Um, I'm Song Y/n." She shyly says, holding her hand out. He looks at it, before taking it in his own. "I'm Min Yoongi. Where were you headed before all this happened?" Y/n sighs. "I was supposed to meet my new boss, but I don't-" She froze. "What was your name again?" He looked confused. "Min Yoongi?" He says, and it comes out like a question. "Oh shit! You're my new boss!" She cries out, eyes wide. "I just spilled coffee on my new boss! This was not how I planned my first day." The man raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? Are you my new assistant?" He had a vague memory about talking to his own boss who said that he'll get a secretary. He had insisted that it wasn't necessary since all he did was produce music and rap, but Bang P.D Nim said that he'd be busy soon, and would need someone to arrange the meetings and schedule his daily life. 

          From that incident, their relationship blossomed. Y/n had been uncomfortable at first, but soon relented when she realized that everyone else was happy. Yoongi was finally becoming more social, and he wasn't scared to laugh or smile that much anymore. Of course, there were moments when he'd shut down, being reminded of his painful past, but Y/n was always there to help him get through it. Many nights were spent with them cuddling, tangled in the sheets with moonlight streaming through the windows. They'd talk about their future, how many kids they wanted and how big their house would be. Never did they realize that their dreams would be ruined by one fateful night. That Saturday evening, Y/n had said that she'll be getting some groceries, and Yoongi told her come back early, since he had a surprise for her.

          After she left, he sat down, fingers clasped around a small velvet box tucked away in his pocket. A small smile settled on his lips as he thought about how she'd react. Would she be happy? Surprised? Would she cry? Yoongi wasn't sure, but he hoped that it would be pleasant. He had made the reservation days before, jittery for the moment when he'd finally propose to Y/n. Never did it occur to him that something drastic would happen. 

          He still remembers rushing in the emergency room, giving the receptionist a death glare when she took her time looking for Y/n's room. Finally, after what felt like years, he was headed to Room 406 where his girl was. He knew it was her before he even saw her face. The small, delicate hand that looked pale in the fluorescent lights, swarmed with several wires. The slow rise and fall of her chest, holding her struggling heartbeat, the same heartbeat that he listened to every night before he fell asleep. His breath hitched, and he steeled himself before entering.

          That was before they found the internal bleeding in her head. That was before his entire world came crashing down, and his hope for everything burned to ashes as she lay, her breathing slowing before the long, eternal beep engraved itself in his mind. He remembers screaming for the doctors, some nurses holding him, restraining him, from reaching his angel. They crowded around her, the defibrillator charging before they placed it down on her chest. Electricity made her body jerk up, and yet nothing happens. The monitor remains flat, and Yoongi tunes out, drowning in his own sorrows and agony. He couldn't believe it, the one person who was his anchor was ripped away. His eyes glazed over, body sagging, and he let his tears free.

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          Now he stood before her, clad in all black. He let his hand rest against the glass that separated her from the living, separated her from him. Maybe, maybe he could pretend that she was alive, and she was just sleeping. Maybe he could pretend that she left to go abroad, and it will only be temporary. He wanted to pretend, pretend that everything was okay even though it wasn't. Yoongi could never act like everything was fine, nothing was anymore. The one piece that made him complete was taken away, and he couldn't do anything to get it back. 

          His hand reached into his pocket, wrapping around the velvet box. He took it out and gazed at it, wondering what could have happened if she never left to get groceries. They could be happily planning their wedding, looking at wedding gowns, suits and cakes. He could almost smile, envisioning her bright eyes and joyous grin. Yoongi wished he could stay there, happy in this small fantasy world that could never happen. Reluctantly, he ripped himself away, putting the box down.

           Tears filled his vision, blurring everything. Even her beautiful face was blurred when he looked down. The man settled the box upon the glass, not wanting to let go. If he does, he'll lose the connection, the one that he had looked forward to, forever. Yoongi, tired of everything, let the box go along with his tears. This time, there was no Y/n to stop them, no Y/n to love him. This time, he was truly alone with nothing but his tears.