ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

The one where he's catching feelings pt.3 (MYG)

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"You're always smiling, even in the worst of times."

"Yeah? Well, the brighter the light the darker the shadows..."

  It's one thing to make yourself vulnerable to another person through the physical sense. Some might consider it quite easy, to expose your body to someone else, let them take advantage of what they see.

  But it's exposure of the soul; tearing down your barriers that mends you with someone else.

  He meets her just as he starts to launch his music career. But the hardships will surely come with it, and Yoongi is afraid that no one understands, not even Mya.

  An emotional journey about the stigma that comes with success and it's true similarities to happiness. Self-discovery and passion combined in with impending fame is a lethal mix, it seems. But perhaps Mya understands that a bit more than Yoongi initially thought.

Mya hadn't called him.

Yoongi honestly wasn't sure what to expect. But he didn't regret what he did, the girl was upset and he felt that he was simply doing an act of kindness paying for her meal.

The entire dorm was asleep, Namjoon's snores filling the room. Yoongi was writing, planning on working with his lyrics in the recording studio he was allowed to use later on.

His phone lights up, vibrating and humming as an unknown caller ID lights up the screen. Yoongi ignored it, returning to his lyrics. The phone went dim.

Within a couple of minutes it was glowing and vibrating again, the same number reaching him. Who could possibly be calling at such an hour? He sighed, taking his phone and going out into the bathroom with it, answering it before the call dropped again. "Hello?" He greeted, his voice a bit worn from practicing so much.

"Um... hello? Is this Min Yoongi?" A soft voice replied, it was gentle and frail, and Yoongi recognized the honey-like flow of it.

"Mya?"

"I hope I'm not bothering you..." her voice was quivering a bit. "You weren't sleeping, were you?"

Yoongi peeks out the crack of the door to ensure the others were still asleep, shutting it completely and locking it. He leans on the counter top. "No, no, what's wrong? You sound scared."

He heard her breath hitch as she shakily responded, her voice a bit thicker. Yoongi's heart twisted, and his eyes widened at her next words.

"One of my dates found my apartment and followed me home..." her voice was thick. "He tried to touch me."

Yoongi was speechless, these were the kinds of things that happen in movies and dramas, but... it was happening now. "Y-Yoongi? Are you there?"

"I'm here, Mya. Where are you? You're not at home?"

"I can't go back there..." she whispered. "I'm scared, Yoongi." Of course she is, who wouldn't be? A predator knows where she lives and clearly had intentions of taking advantage of the poor girl - or worse.

Yoongi checks the time, it was a weekend, so luckily curfew didn't apply until the week days. "I'll come get you, okay? Where are you?" As she tells him the street she's on, Yoongi grabs his wallet, pulls on a jacket and pair of jeans, closing the bedroom door before racing to where their shoes are.

"I'll be there soon, okay? Stay where you are." He ordered, grabbing the keys of one of the company owned vehicles. He drove his way to the street she was on, the night life was alive and bustling. Several clubs were open with people flowing in and out of them.