catch me | yoongi

twenty-three

"hey y/n, i have some things to sort out at the company, i won't be back till' about 7 o'clock! will you be okay until then?" yoongi yells from upstairs, most likely cursing at his hair because it's 'unpresentable' to go into a company building with silver hair.

"i'll be fine, yoongi, and if i get bored i can always go annoy jimin." you reassure as yoongi walks down the stairs, securing a watch on his wrist.

yoongi smiles and it shows his gums like it does when he's happy and you can't help but smile back. he waves at you one last time before disappearing out of the door.

you sigh once you're alone. what are you supposed to do?

before everyone came over you and yoongi spent hours throwing away trash, washing dishes, and organizing paperwork. it took a whole day but you cleaned basically the entire place. since it was spotless, you decide to wander the house a bit because you hadn't fully explored.

you walk into yoongi's room and look over the polaroids again, smiling. but before you walk away a picture catches your eyes. it's resting on the nightstand with a decorated frame.

there are little star stickers and paintings of flowers, but the picture is the most endearing. you can tell it's yoongi from when he was younger, brown hair covering his forehead in a bowl-cut. you laugh at it before focusing on the person next to him. it's a boy that looks yoongi's age, maybe older, throwing his arms around yoongi's shoulders and tilting his head back in a laugh. yoongi is laughing too in the photo, and you notice a little message at the bottom.

love you forever - hyung

it was yoongi's brother.

life is cruel in ways humans can not even begin to fathom. it rips love away like smoke in air, and reality can stab you in the back whenever it wants. but it's life. yoongi didn't deserve to have all those bad things that happen to him, but it happened anyway. now you just had to make sure he could weather the aftermath. you would be there for yoongi, because he deserved happiness, he deserved love.

after meandering through the rest of the house you get bored quickly, and it's only two o'clock. suddenly you get an idea on what to do.

yoongi gave you jeongguk's, namjoon's, and seokjin's number just in case you needed it. so, hesitantly, you pressed on namjoon's contact and pressed the call button. after a couple rings the phone clicks and namjoon's deep voice filters through the speaker.

"hello?"

"hey, namjoon, it's me y/n. if you were there, i was wondering if i could come check out the studio? yoongi left me to go sort out some last minute stuff at work."

there's a pause, a shuffle, and there is muffled talk before namjoon responds.

"yeah, jeongguk and i are here recording, do you need a ride?"

"no it's alright, i'll just walk!" you might've said that a little too enthusiastically but you didn't really care, you had something to do now!

"alright, be safe, i'll be expecting you."

you exchange a quick goodbye before the call goes dead. excitedly you shove your phone into your pocket, shove on some shoes and a jacket, and head out the door.

the weather is only getting colder as winter rapidly approaches, and you pull your hood over your head to ensure complete warmth.

the studio isn't that far, so walking isn't that bad. bighit ent. comes into view within ten minutes and you smile and walk in. namjoon gave you directions to his studio when you left yoongi's apartment, so you knew where to go. after taking a couple turns and getting kind of lost (even though you had directions) you reach a door with a wooden plaque on the door that says 'Rkive' with 'rm' on the bottom. you knock on the door and namjoon's smiling face coming into view, dimples making craters in his cheeks.

"y/n! hi! i was just touching up on my new song. come in! you just missed jeongguk though."

namjoon's studio isn't that large, but it's not necessarily small either. the walls are black and white with a shelf against the white wall, and a piano opposite of it. there is a desk in the middle with a computer, microphone, speakers, and a lot of other equipment you couldn't name. it looks comfortable and it's well decorated. it definitely screams namjoon. namjoon pulls up a chair for you and sits down at his desk. you sit down and admire the room a bit more.

"you know, y/n, i've never met anyone like you before." namjoon says suddenly, and you look at him in confusion.

"how so?"

"you made yoongi smile and laugh like he used to within days of meeting, and i couldn't do that and i've known him since high school." namjoon's observation makes you blush and rub your arm.

"i just think he deserves to be happy." you whisper and namjoon smiles again, eyes crinkling.

"i don't even want to think about what he would be like if you left." namjoon laughed, and you weakly chuckled. it should have been funny, it was supposed to be a joke. your head swam and you knew it was wrong to lie to everyone, but you knew at this point you were lying to yourself too.

"yeah."

if only you knew.