Three Can Play This Game

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Side Story 1- Yoongi

The morning air is heavy with fog as the world begins to wake up. Yoongi is awake staring out at the city...no sleep again. It seems nothing could cure his insomnia. Countless hours staring at the keyboard and piano couldn't stop the raging thoughts in his head. What could be causing this? He stretches and lets out a long sigh . "I really need to be finishing this song..." Suddenly an image of your smile flashes through his head and he sucks his teeth. "(Y/N)......" More images of you flood his brain, he lays backs in resignation and lets them play across his eyelids. He really shouldn't let himself get carried away with you....but how can he not? The connection was almost instant. You were always there for him, silently watching and supporting. The random notes and knick knacks are all kept in a drawer within easy reach. Remembering your words he picks up the biggest of the gifts. You called it his Jar of Serotonin; he unscrews the jar and unfolds a note. He can't help but laugh at your hurriedly written phrase. "If you believe what I say count 1,2,3!" It only felt right to use the lyrics that his band made for him as reminders to love life.  Even though it's super early, he stares at your contact in his phone....he has the sudden urge to see you.

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Sleep still in your eyes, you knock on Yoongi's door. You can't help but feel slightly worried since his voice sounded sad on the phone. The past couple of weeks have been rough for him. Between writing songs and things just going haywire it has burned him out. You wish you could do more but you try in small ways to make him smile. He opens the door, his hair is sporadically out of place and he's in a tank top and sweat pants. "Took you long enough." "You try getting a taxi this early in the morning and see how well that works out for you." You brush past him and immediately collapse on his bed. You were hoping to feel warmth but the sheets hold no scent of him. "You pulled an all nighter?" "How did you know?" "Call it intuition." He sits in his chair and stares at the computer screen, "Yea....I just can't seem to get past this part." You tilt your head to the side, "What is it about?" "Love", the way he says it makes you think the word is foreign to him. "That should be easy, you've been in love before....right?" He looks at you....but you notice it's more so that he's looking past you, "I've experienced many different types of love...family...friends...even love for Army...but this type of love I have yet to experience." A part of you shrinks hearing that...since you do have feelings for him. He has so much on his plate already so you've never brought it up to him. You figured if you just stay by his side without a name to the attachment, things would be fine. You give him a small smile, "You'll find it soon enough." Patting your lap you beckon him to come over. Within an instant he cuddles in your lap and you stroke his hair. "(Y/N)....have you experienced it before?" A tiny voice screams inside you but you push it down, "Oppa~ you've driven away any chance of that happening~." He knows you don't like using oppa so you feel him shift with concern. No matter who came around, it was like Yoongi would put up a force field that would make it so no one could be as close as you two were. He would say that he didn't mind yet you would find him sulking and pouting from afar. He turns his head and stares into your eyes, "No one good enough ever came around." "And who would you consider good enough?" He thinks for a moment, "Hmmm maybe Jin hyung." You try to hold back you laughter but it doesn't work. "What, you don't like my recommendation?" "It's not that, I just wouldn't expect you to say him of all people." "So you are interested in him?" "Hmmm....he is handsome...and seems to have the whole package...but I have a different ideal in mind." Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you've peaked his interest. Should've just said yes to avoid this all together. He sits up slightly and comes closer to you, "Who is your ideal type then?" You search his eyes hoping for some relief, but none comes. Your heart starts racing as you desperately want to say his name. You turn away and slightly laugh, "What's with the 21 questions?" He holds your chin and turns your head back towards him. "You're my muse...and I need inspiration." Your lips quiver as you stare into his eyes and draw closer. You slightly mutter, "You already know who." If you stare into his eyes any longer you might melt. "No....I don't. Do tell me, who is your ideal type?", his voice becomes husky as your breathe quickens. "....You..." You close your eyes waiting for a laugh..sigh...something. It feels like time has came to a stop. You suddenly become worried and almost tell him it's a joke when you feel his hands caress your face. His fingers trace the outline of your cheeks before falling into your hair. "Are you sure?" You open your eyes and see his face stained with tears. "Yes.", you close the gap swiftly with a quick peck on his lips. You feel like your cheeks are on fire at this point. "More.", he mutters. You kiss him again, a little longer this time. "It's not enough." He initiates the kiss this time, holding you close. All of your imagination and dreams couldn't compare to his real life kiss. It was soft and curious...reserved and scared. You grip his shoulders and answer his kiss with love and warmth, you invite him to explore and become comfortable. You try to communicate all of your feelings to him. There must have been some success since he starts to answer with more passion. Yes this world is dark, but you are here for him. You've always been by his side helping him. You love him, unconditionally and true. The late nights questioning the world, spending all day in bed, the random bouts of excitement that lead to late night trips. All of that was for him, since he is your shining star. You pull away and hold him close. "I have always loved you Yoongi, let me continue to be your Muse. Use me however you need."
His aura suddenly changes and you feel like a mouse being cornered by a cat. 

"Is that a promise?"