Stuck With You (Y/N x BTS)

Chapter Ten: Yoongi Route

Out of all of them, I ended with Min Yoongi. I stared at him in disbelief and awkwardly shuffled my feet.

"What? Do I make you uncomfortable?"

"No, it's not that." I chuckled thinking about how his exterior is cold and serious when in reality he's the opposite. He was kind enough to care for my cut earlier which now has a proper bandage instead of his bandana.. "Oh my gosh! Your bandana!"

"My bandana?"

"The one you used for my cut," I moved my hand to cover my mouth in shock and pity, "it must have blood all over it. I'm so sorry for my clumsiness." I politely bowed and promised I would buy him a new one as soon as I went shopping.

"I have plenty of bandanas, don't worry about. Plus, the cut wasn't even your fault." Yoongi moved his soft gaze over to Hoseok and it suddenly looked like he was shooting daggers.

"It was an accident!" Hoseok tilted his head and walked away with Namjoon to their room.

Jungkook swiftly passed by me and whispered softly into my ear, "He suddenly got defensive. I wonder why~" and just as quickly as he came, he left. I could feel my blood rush to my face as Jungkook's sweet tone stuck in my head, going on repeat. I shook my head. He was just worried, there's nothing else to it.

"Hey, I have to do some producing. I need some opinions so do you want to come and help out?" Yoongi snapped me out of thoughts as he approached me.

"Yea, I don't mind." I smiled and happily followed him to our shared room.

"It takes some time to set the equipment up, sorry." He turned his back to me and wrestled with tangled wires as I calmly sat down on the empty bed.

"I don't mind waiting for a masterpiece."

"Aish, my songs aren't that amazing.." Although he said that, I could sense the curl on his lips begin to form and his face getting slightly red.

"If your songs weren't good then BTS wouldn't be successful like you all are now." I laid down on my back and calmly discussed music with Yoongi. I thought having a conversation with him would be awkward and meaningless but it's nothing like that at all. I am enjoying my time with him and I feel like I can stay in this room with him for more than a day.

Yoongi finally stood up, finally completing the set up. He looked over to me and laughed softly. "You look comfortable. If you're tired then you can just take a nap."

"I want to listen to your music! Sleep can wait." I smiled sweetly at him as I sat back up and as soon as our eyes locked he looked away shyly and scratched the back of his head.

"I'll play it right now. The lyrics aren't completely done so that's why some parts have vocals and others don't." He sat down at the desk in front of me and pressed the button softly, letting the music and soft vocals enter our ears. We stayed quiet like that throughout the whole song. Absorbing nothing but the sweet melody. The meaningful lyrics entered my mind and got to me. They talked of longing and regret. Wanting to mend a relationship, both platonic and romantic. My throat stung and suddenly I was fighting back tears. The song ended and Yoongi turned around, shocked and unsure of what to think of my teary eyes.

"Are you okay?" He stood up and slowly approached me, scared that I would shy away from his presence. Unable to conjure up words, I nodded. He placed himself next to me and awkwardly played with his hands until he finally placed one on my back.

"Yoongi."

"Yes?"

I turned to him, smiling brightly as tears ran down my cheeks, "That song was beautiful." My words took him aback as he removed his hand from my back and placed it back in his lap.

"It's strange," Yoongi pulled away from my gaze and looked down at his palms, "our fans always tell us stories of how our songs help them and make them emotional. I'm just so happy," he looked back into my eyes, "that I was able to witness how our music inspires and uplifts others."

I put my small hands on top of his and squeezed them, hoping my emotions would just transfer over into his hands and find a way into his heart. "Your music goes into the hearts of many, including me, so please continue to do the magic you do." I pumped my right hand up, "BTS, fighting!"

Yoongi sat there silently until he finally started to laugh. My face flushed, "Why are you laughing!" I joined in on his laugh and playfully pushed him.

"I'm sorry, you just looked so cute doing and saying that." He scratched the back of his head again, clearly embarrassed. "So, why did the song impact you so much?"

This time, I looked away and focused my gaze on the wall in front. I haven't really discussed this certain incident with anyone so it was odd having to say the words aloud. "Well," I laid back down, finding the ceiling more comforting to look at than the abstract painting that hung on the wall, "I was actually supposed to debut as a duo. My partner was named Chaeyoung." Yoongi relaxed next to me and stared at the ceiling as well, looking to see if the words I spewed would draw themselves upon the blank space like a picture book for children. "She was always smiling. I'm certain that her and Hoseok would have gotten along." I chuckled at the thought of those two interacting. Their energy feeding off of each other.

"She sounds nice and energetic."

"She was," I sighed, approaching the words I dreaded the most. "We trained together for years and fought the trainee battle together. Sadly, the idol battle made me look away from her own battle inside. In the end, Chaeyoung couldn't handle the pressure and ended up losing to her own internal battle." The tears began to spill. Saying all of this out loud after a few years felt odd and miserable. It's almost as if I neglected this topic for too long. As if I was making the same mistakes all over again. Not caring for her enough. Being too focused on our main battle to notice the small wars around her.

"Nothing is your fault. You know that right?" Yoongi's hand found its way to mine and they naturally interlocked. This time, it was Yoongi who squeezed my hand, possibly wanting to transfer emotion as well. Somehow I could feel his strong compassion and sympathy. His support and love. Our eyes stayed glued to the ceiling and we stayed quiet, enjoying each other's company.

"Thank you," I softly spoke out into the air, letting the words be carried over to Yoongi's ears.

"For what?"

"For making the song and letting me heal." I turned over to him, finally focusing my gaze on his face. My rustling caused him to turn over as well and we looked at each other in silence. Our soft expressions did the talking and we got closer. His embrace felt like a shield. One that was protecting me from myself. It's hard to explain, but his embrace was sweeter than anything I've ever experienced.

"Y/N."

"Yea, Yoongi?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For listening to my music and letting me embrace you like this."

I stared up at him and pecked his cheek softly. "I'll be here for future songs. I will never get tired of your beautiful melodies and lyrics." He chuckled and kissed my forehead. His embrace got stronger, more confident and relaxed. "Can I kiss you?" He boldly asked, feeling comfortable in the atmosphere we created. I only responded in a soft laugh as I put my face near his. Our lips clashed and I could taste the sweetness of his lips. "Would it be selfish of me if I wanted to cuddle with you more instead of letting you work on your music?"

"Sometimes even geniuses need breaks."