BTS Imagines

Suga ~ Mean Yoongi Pt. 5

yoongi;

She hates me now. I'm sure of it. That was the last thought on my mind when I fell asleep. I woke up around 5am when somebody joined me on the bed, leaving me little space to be comfortable enough to return to sleep. This person is the owner of the room. No doubt about it. His limbs are stretched out like an eagle, he didn't even remove his cap and jacket as he lied there, completely oblivious of me. I laid back down and closed my eyes, trying to sleep again. I didn't want to bother Namjoon. I'm sure he's tired from the travel.

Sleep was impossible now so I got up and left for the kitchen. As I was going down the stairs, I heard clattering of utensils and plates from the kitchen. I figured it was Mrs. Kim prepping for breakfast. She must've woken up early to fetch Namjoon from the station but I was dead wrong.

I halted at the entrance of the kitchen when I found Y/N there and not Mrs. Kim. She and I stared at each other for a short while before panic sets in her eyes. She turned away and busied herself with something else, finishing quickly so she can escape from me. I moved to get water, thinking of apologizing, because I'm just a stupid asshole who she doesn't need in her life. I wanted to talk to her but she was gone already. All I could hear was her footsteps hurriedly climbing up the stairs and her bedroom door opening and closing to lock herself in.

Well fuck. I thought this is what I wanted. No, this is what I wanted but why does it hurt to see her avoiding me? I hurt her. I did and, the worst part is, I intended to. I did that to the girl I like.

I wanted to disappear right now. I should just disappear and never show myself in front of her again.

We all spent Christmas together. Namjoon's family is what I've always wanted but his family is also like my family. Even since we were young, his mom would insist to take a family picture with me every graduation and every family celebrations. Ever since Namjoon and I met, I've never had to spend my birthday alone. Mrs. Kim would cook and buy a cake for me every year then they would sing for me and take videos of me blowing candles. Other kids hated it but it was one of my favorite memories.

"Merry Christmas everyone!" Namjoon came down the stairs to join us after waking up that evening. He hugged his mom and kissed her cheek, "Merry Christmas to the prettiest mom in the world."

"Oh, stop. Take this to the table." Mrs. Kim laughed as she handed Namjoon the bowl of salad. "We'll have dinner soon. Yoongi dear, can you help set the table please?"

I stood up right away and helped with whatever I could. While Namjoon light up candles, I placed plates on the table. When we were done, Namjoon looked out of the window, into the porch, "Mom, where's Y/N?"

"She went out awhile ago. She said she needed to get something from the bookstore before it closes." She replied.

"She could've went out earlier. It's getting dark and that girl has no sense of time." Namjoon worried, reaching for his jacket. "Let me run out quickly to look for her."

Before Namjoon could touch the door knob, I ran and volunteered myself. "Let me go look for her. You help with things here."

"Are you sure?" He asked me.

I nodded and put on my own jacket, going on my way. It's cold but there was no sign of snowfall. The way to the bookstore was just 5 minutes away if you're walking. She probably got stuck somewhere or lost track of time reading.

The bookstore was closed already by the time I got there. I looked around the street and she wasn't anywhere in sight. Where else could she go to? And in this fucking cold weather.

I walked further, reaching the gates of our old school. Standing before it, hands deep in the pockets of my jacket, I reminisced on some memories. I remembered we used to sneak out in a small gap in the fence somewhere in the back and Y/N would always be with us, telling is not to go because she's scared of getting caught by the teachers.