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HOW DARE HE?? HOW DARE HE!!!!!!!!
i’ve decided to make blipped a series with shorter chapters
can’t believe glimpse of us has 700+ notes TT
glimpse of us.
pairing: husband!yoongi x female reader genre: ANGST, divorce, arranged marriage (but not really), age gap kinda (5 years), unrequited love, pining (reader) wc: 4,028 type: short song fic (main - glimpse of us by joji ; also - tolerate it by taylor swift, song request - lee sora ft. suga) warnings: unedited literally just wrote this from 3am to 5am i'm sorry i'm lazy, uhm angst, red flag yoongi, they’re both kinda stupid, written in lower caps summary: he's the perfect husband and it's a perfect marriage. but why can't you shake the feeling that something's wrong?
PART 2
“i’ll be home late tonight. don’t wait up.” your husband pecked your cheek after he put his dishes in the sink and washed his hands. as he leaned in, the masculine fragrance of invictus by paco rabanne hits your nose. it’s his favorite perfume and eventually, it became your favorite on him too.
you’ve come to associate yoongi with the fresh citrus fragrance. the first time you met him, he passed by you in the lobby of a five-star hotel. it was hard not to be caught with his appearance when you turned your head to see where the pleasant smell was coming from. he was wearing a white shirt and black suit, an outfit just enough to not be out of place in a fancy restaurant. unlike the well groomed men you know, his hair was longer but not so much to be unkept. in other words, he was effortlessly beautiful. you don’t say it was love at first sight but it was definitely something close to that. he caught your eye. so imagine your shock when it turned out he was the only son of the min family you were having a meeting with your parents with.
“oh. okay.” you replied with a smile. he gives you a smile back and head outs the door.
when the door shuts close, you stood up from your dining table and look out the window. you sigh and watch as he gets in his mercedes benz and drives away.
it was fun at first. unlike what you were expecting when your parents suggested you marry at the age of twenty four, you didn’t expect to actually like the guy they were going to suggest. you had just been working for a year after getting your masters degree at a young age. you had so much to do with your life and getting tied down at that age didn’t appeal to you. yet when the day arrived, you left the hotel’s restaurant with a massive crush on yoongi. you liked him so much that you agreed to having dates with him after having met him and his family.
your family was significantly wealthier than the mins. although yoongi willingly consented to dating you, you knew that his parents had influence with his decisions. you didn’t mind. it was just how it goes with people like you. the six of you in that room knew what the meeting was about. it was no secret. you thought that it might work out. you know a lot of marriages that worked out after a set up. but you also know a lot of marriage that didn’t work out, no matter what the reason is of their marriage. and like an idiot, you chose to ignore that. how could you not? when you were blinded at that idea of having the man you liked.
before yoongi, you were a woman who didn’t stop after getting what you want. annoyingly persistent is what your best friend jungkook calls you. it was how you got your masters at such a young age. you proved your worth in the family’s company at the first six months you have been working there. you shut down the doubt and sexist remarks of men of all ages and the jealous eyes and whispers of women that went your way. you used to be untouchable. but you were also a woman who knew when to give up a lost fight.
you sigh and turned around to do the dishes. your appetite was lost to even finish your meal.
when you finished doing the dishes, your housemaid came just in time. “hey, maria.” you greet her as she comes in the kitchen. “good morning, ma’am. didn’t i tell you to leave the dishes in the morning?” you chuckle as you wipe your hand dry with a towel. “it’s okay. i have time. i won’t come in to work today.”
maria was the almost the same age as your mother. she’s only younger by a few years. she had been working for you and yoongi the moment you moved here in the penthouse your parents have gifted to you. you’re not the type to get a big house but you do plan to get one someday in the future. it’s just that you prefer to buy that property on your own. yoongi agreed to someday live in a house permanently. it seemed that he liked the idea. he didn’t want to live in a place he didn’t contribute to anyway. but out of respect to your parents, he agreed to stay in the penthouse for a while. despite living in a space not as big as your parents’ mansion, with the two of you working, there are parts of the place neither you or yoongi can maintain. that was how maria was hired. and that was how maria became not only your housemaid, but also the person who knows how your relationship with yoongi truly is.
“oh, are you not feeling well?” she asked and you shake your head. “no, i just have some things to take care of. i’ll be in my room, maria. you don’t have to clean there today.” you answer and she gives you a nod, dropping her bag on the counter. “go and rest now, missy.” she scolds you teasingly and you laugh before walking out of the kitchen.
the second you enter the room you and yoongi share, his perfume’s smell hits you again. you sigh.
god, you will miss that smell.
you enter the walk-in-closet connected to the room. just beneath your rack of hanged coats and dresses, you find your box container. with a grunt, you pull the heavy thing out of its place and unto the floor. you sat beside it with crossed legs.
you open it and found the photo album containing yours and yoongi’s memories. when you met, you were twenty four and yoongi was twenty nine. on your fifth date, you asked yoongi if you could make a photo album like a scrapbook. phone and digital cameras were all over, but you said it’d be fun to have a photo album you can hold and look back to rather than just scrolling through facebook and instragram posts. yoongi agreed but it was all you who took the pictures. sure, he held the camera when you tell him his height could hold a better angle. but it was always you who initiates taking pictures.
one might say it’s a petty reason to be upset about. they’re only pictures. some people just really aren’t one to take pictures. that’s what you used to say before too.
you didn’t want to marry because of your crush on him. you loved him as you get to know him. somehow and someway, you convince yourself he was falling in love too. he laughed at your jokes. he took care of you when you were sick. he fetched you when you were going home from work late. he took you out on dates. he asked you to marry him.
the picture was there in the album. he was kneeling down in a dark grey suit, black hair parted in the middle and smiling widely. you were standing in your beige dress, in tears of happiness. you said yes to yoongi at the age of twenty five.
it wasn’t hard to love yoongi. he was a kind and gentle person. he never got mad. he never let the argument pass a night. he touches you like he loves you. everybody loves him and everybody knows that he might not say it through words often, he loves them too. you know yoongi loves you too. he shows that everyday.
you flip through your memories, not realizing the tears falling down your face until it hits one of the pages. you quickly wipe it from the page, afraid to soil the paper. you have to protect it. you plan to keep it with you for a long time after when all is done and over.
yoongi would be home late, just as you expected at a monday. he was the ceo of his father’s company. he’s doing a great job but it takes too much of him that you barely get to see him. but still, he makes time for you even when you don’t ask for it.
when you finish going through the pictures, you set it down on your side and look over the manila envelope inside the box that used to be under the photo album. you’ve just hidden it there a week ago. yoongi doesn’t look through your things, anyway. you think it’s out of respect but in all honesty, he may not just care about it.
so far, you’ve been saying that yoongi has treated you like how a wife should be treated. you have a husband who loves you. so what made you prepare those papers in that envelope?
yoongi does love you. but you’re in love with him. he’s not. it’s different: to love and to be in love.
and you came to know why yoongi shall never be in love with you.
you’re not her.
yoongi was a man who got out of a seven year relationship two years ago when you met him. no one knows the true reason why they broke up. it was supposed to be a love like no other. unfortunately, maybe relationships that started at a young age do rarely work out. some say he cheated. some say she cheated. some say they couldn’t conceive. some say they left each other over careers. it was all over the place, those baseless rumors. still, he was the only woman he was–no, is in love with. you thought you could change that. you tried. you really tried.
it’s hard to replace a woman he loved all his life, you knew that. you didn’t try to replace her in his life. you just wanted to be someone new to him. you thought that was what you were to him.
“of course, i’ve moved on.” he says, reddened cheeks from the amount of alcohol he had taken. he was talking to his best friend, seokjin. you had just come home late from work and they didn’t notice you yet. you were hiding by the door’s hallway. it wasn’t visible to either of them in the living room. “are you sure?” you hear seokjin ask, making your heart sink in your chest. you instantly know what–or rather, who they were talking about. “i love y/n, jin.” he answers, words pressing tightly. he says every word with conviction but somehow you weren’t convinced. it seemed that seokjin wasn’t convinced as well because his next words say so. “where did that love come from, then?” your grip on your bag tightens and you press your back to the wall. you need an outlet for whatever comes next out of his mouth. “what do you mean?” yoongi asks him, voice dragging the words lazily from his mouth. “you mean well, yoongi. it just seems to me you don’t realize you’re using the love you had for yuna and putting it on y/n instead.” you feel the tears well up in your eyes, your vision blurring as you look down on the floor. seokjin explains further. “because you still don’t know where to put the love all you had for her when she left.” in his silence, your heart breaks altogether. yoongi and yuna were lovers from college and best friends since high school. you stalked seokjin’s facebook page to know that. yoongi didn’t have active social media accounts. he deactivated them all when he started his career and just made new ones for formality. the ones he had were mostly left to rot in his phone. you don’t even want to ask him about her. you did once and he answered shortly then changed the topic.
in the college pictures, you noticed yoongi had a digital camera he always brings. it had a strap that hangs around his neck for most of the time. you realize he used to love taking pictures. but that changed when they broke up.
he was also a shooting guard for the basketball team in school. both in high school and college. yuna was there for every game in the pictures. you didn’t even know your husband liked basketball, much less a player.
his hair color used to change so much. your favorite had to be the mint one. it looked so good on him and it was so different from the long black haired yoongi you knew. it complemented his gummy smile in the pictures. his youthful and bright gummy smile you rarely get to see.
it was something you know you have to accept. you weren’t dumb. you knew what you were getting yourself into when you married yoongi. you don’t get to date the person he was before he lost everything. you only hope that he loves you back in his own way.
and that’s what you did. you gave him all of you. but you don’t understand how it is that she had put him in so much misery but still be the one in his heart.
were you just a placeholder until she comes back and takes all the love he had let you borrow?
you don’t think you could stay and wait until the day comes.
you’ve heard of the news. she was coming back from the states six years after her divorce with yoongi. in the two years you’ve been married, you know him well enough to know that he has been of edge lately. he was coming home later than before and drinking with his friends more.
still, he took you out on dates and made love to you occasionally. despite his efforts, you both knew that there has been a shift that none of you can explain if it’s caused by you or him. mostly, you think it’s yours.
“are you in love me?” you asked yoongi one night, naked under the sheets. “why are you asking me that all of a sudden?” yoongi asks with a lazy chuckle, tired and sleepy from the activities. you bite your lip and lean to him closer, placing a loose fist on his bare chest. “nothing.” he sighs and places a hand over yours. “i love you.” and you try to believe him. but why is it you can’t shake the feeling of not being convinced? slowly, you started to let the marriage take a toll on you. you keep hearing that you and yoongi were perfect. everyone was asking when you plan on bearing a child. yet, all you could think about was if yoongi truly loved you. and just like that, you started losing yourself. even if everyone was telling you how perfect you were, the ones who truly loved the both of you are the only ones seeing the truth.
“what do you mean you’ll let me handle the deal with the sponsors?” jungkook barged into your office like he always does, using the best friend privilege. “that means you’re now the team leader in this project, kook.” you answer him, eyes not straying away from the laptop. you were busy scrolling on a vacation booking site. you hear the aggressive tapping of foot on the floor, and you could definitely see the crossed arms of your best friend in front of you without even looking up. “yoongi’s having time off work again. how fucking great. where are you to going now? the bahamas? amsterdam? malta? bora bora?” “woah, woah. what’s with the attitude?” you finally take a look at your best friend’s angry face. “and i haven’t decided yet.” the doe-eyed man raises a brow and sits on the chair in front of your desk with a huff. “it’s just weird to me. you being married.” “i’ve been married for a year, kook.” you answer him nonchalantly. on the website, a deal catches your eye. “oh! this one’s good.” “i’m just— you’re just— no. nevermind.” jungkook shakes his head and loses his crossed arms, now sitting on the chair like a slumped sack. you take off your attention from your laptop and look at your best friend, slapping his muscular arm. “just fucking tell me!” you groan. he sits up straight this time, looking at you dead in the eye. the shift in the atmosphere makes you a bit uncomfortable. “why are you so serious all of a sudden?” you ask, chuckling nervously. “i knew that when u your priorities were going to change. but you’re literally throwing out your own efforts out of the window the moment you know you can spend time with him. does he do the same y/n?” “of course he does, jungkook!” you raise your voice, letting your emotions control you. you snap back out of it when you see the furrowed brows of your friend. he runs his hand over his hair, messing it up, a mannerism he does when he’s frustrated. “no. you ask him to. you suggest and he goes out of his way to please you.” jungkook’s voice remained modulated unlike yours. he pressed on every word for you to truly understand what he was talking about. “i’m not saying this is a bad marriage, y/n. i just need you to assess if you’re doing things right before you lose yourself." that was the first time you realize that yoongi tolerates you. the rose color glasses you’ve put on really made you believe that he was a good husband. yes, he’s a good husband in the books. he always made time when you ask him to. when he senses you’re down, he’s the one who plans trips and takes you out on dates.
it took a scolding from your best friend to realize that he does not do it because he loves you. the easiest comparison to your marriage would be a business deal. your marriage is a business deal he doesn’t want to lose. and he loved the business. he loved being your husband. it was hard to say he does not love you when you came with the deal.
“why are you late? what’s this?” you peck his lips when he comes in the door, taking the paper bag from his hand. you take a peek inside and found your favorite new york cheesecake inside, making the corners of your lips turn upward in a cheeky grin. “this store is one hour away from your office!” you gasp and he leans by the wall with crossed arms, looking so beautifully unreal. his long black hair was coolly unkept. the way a few strands of hair falls over his forehead complements his face. he was the effortlessly cool min yoongi. and he was your husband. “and we are about to leave for hawaii tomorrow. i should get my wife something to celebrate being alone with my wife.” you set down the paper bag on the floor and clasped your hands on his cold cheeks. he came to know you absolutely love holding cold cheeks but hate yours being touched by what you say dirty hands, afraid it would ruin your skin care. “i love you.” he leans in and wraps his hands around your waist. “i love you too.” and he presses his lips unto yours.
is it an illusion? were you seeing things that weren’t there? why is everyone around you noticing that there was something wrong with the marriage? from seokjin’s doubt of yoongi’s love and jungkook’s concern about you, why can’t you see it? and the most important of it all, if you don’t see it, then what’s stopping you from being truly happy with yoongi?
yoongi is a perfect husband. you are the perfect wife. it should be a happy marriage. but it’s not. you’re not happy because you don’t think yoongi would ever be happy.
“can we be honest tonight?” you were both staying in the room of the resort. you downed too much wine to think straight and it was bound to come out of your deepest thoughts anyway. yoongi only stares at you with an equally drunk state. you grip on the soft robe of the resort you had on. the same one yoongi wears. “why do we never fight?” you ask him anyway. it was true. you don’t think there had been an argument that lasted an hour. he was the one who always gives way. he never gets angry. he talks to you about it calmly. “why don’t you get angry at me?” “i’m not sure why you’re asking me this.” he says with puffed cheeks, now looking at his glass of wine. “what happened with yuna?” you ask this time. yoongi doesn’t look at you and continues to stare at the blood red drink as if he’s willing it to disappear with his mind. “yoongi, what happened with yuna?” you repeat the question, shifting to lean closer to him. he still doesn’t answer so you sigh. you feel the warm trickling on your nose and the tears that rise to your eyes. you stop them with closed eyes. “forget it. i’m going to sleep.” you say and set your glass down on the side table of the bed. you faced the other way when you lie down. the alcohol has been in your system enough to make you feel a bit dizzy, but your consciousness is rarely affected by it. you try your best try to fall asleep in the first few minutes but it was hard when you can feel your heart breaking over the silence of the room. eventually, you feel a shift on the bed beside you. “she found someone else.” he says it so quietly that you almost don’t hear it. “and we don’t fight because i’m afraid that if i don’t do things right, you will leave me too.” you don’t think he realizes you were still awake. not when you hear the sniffs of cries coming from him. “you’re so much like her, y/n. i don’t ever want to lose you.” and that was when you decided to do it.
you took the manila envelope inside the box and took out the four papers inside. you placed them on top of the drawers of wrist watches and jewelry in the middle of the room. with tears in your eyes, you grab the pen from your pocket.
and you sign the papers.
your phone dings two times after you’ve dropped the pen beside it. one text from your secretary and the other from your husband.
mrs. min, your apartment in myeongdong has been set up. i’ve checked it myself and it’s clear to stay in now. i arrived safely. love you. you carried the box out of your room and into your living room coffee table. maria was already waiting on the couch. it seemed that you took too long in reminiscing that she was already done doing the chores.
“oh, y/n.” her voice is full of pity that you can’t help but break down in front of her. you sob like a child that was robbed of a candy she liked. maria wraps her arms around you and pats your back.
when you’ve calmed yourself down and maria showed herself out of the penthouse in respect of your alone time, you place the manila envelope on the table. above it, a folded paper of a written letter to yoongi.
you glance back at the empty apartment, seeing the happy memories you and your husband share. it used to be so bright and shiny. now it just seems like it’s rusting. so you turn off the lights and head out.
as you were driving out of the neighborhood, you passed by a children’s park. like fate was laughing at you, you see a family of three playing. they can’t be much older than you or yoongi.
maybe one day, when he sees a family like this, he could see a glimpse of what you two could have been instead.
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blipped: gone and back (2)
title: blipped: gone and back pairing: brother’s best friend!yoongi x female reader genre: major angst !!, fluff, brother’s best friend au, unrequited love, set in the marvel cinematic universe (mcu), slow burn?, implied age gap, heavy themes, brother!namjoon, bestfriend!taehyung warnings: none for this part disclaimer: you can read this without knowing anything marvel at all. word count: 3.6k
At the age of 21, you confessed your feelings to your brother’s best friend, Yoongi, which he rejected. One day later, Thanos snapped, turning fifty percent of the world population to dust, leaving the other half lost, confused, and mourning–including you. Five years later, Bruce Banner snapped everyone back to life, including Yoongi, who doesn’t really know you anymore.
a/n: i've decided to make blipped a series with shorter chapters instead of a two-part lmao. we are finally at the time skip!!
index part 1 > part 3
He wasn’t the type to ignore someone during disagreements. Yoongi was a firm believer in not running away from problems. In all honesty, he doesn't know why he did it. The moment he heard the door click, he knew it was you. And before he knew it, he was dropping his phone to his side and closing his eyes, pretending to be asleep. It’s a dumb idea, he thought. You would probably ask why was the television muted. Yoongi wasn’t the type to waste electricity and use the television for a dim light in the living room.
When he hears your door shut, he sighs and slaps his forehead. “You dumb fuck.” He mutters to himself. He ponders on what to do when he actually can’t avoid you. And while thinking of you, he doesn’t realize that sleep was slowly taking him.
“Yah.” Namjoon nudges his arm, getting his attention.
He turns his head to his friend who was wearing suit and tie attire for some reason. His hair was brushed up too.
The lighting behind him wasn’t bright. It was dimmed yellow. Just like at hotels and restaurants.
He looked down at his body and finds himself wearing something similar to his friends.
“What’s up? Why are you spacing out?” Namjoon teases his friend.
Yoongi’s brows furrow and he looks around, blurred faces all over. He was at some kind of event. They were guests and so is he. Flowers. There were flowers too. Round tables. People were laughing, dancing, and congratulating.
“Where are we?” He finally speaks.
Then a few taps from a microphone are heard. He whips his head in that direction. There, on a platform, stands a man with a blurred face. He was wearing a tux.
“Good evening, everyone.” The man starts. A few hoots here and there are heard after his greetings.
“I would like to thank everyone for coming tonight. Me and my love and now my wife, Y/N, are so grateful that you are here to celebrate this moment in our lives…” Whatever the man was saying, Yoongi had tuned out. Sat just behind him was you, the only recognizable face in the crowd.
You were smiling, looking at the man speaking with tears in your eyes. Yoongi’s eyes were only on you. You were the only thing that felt real among the others. That, and the sinking feeling in his heart. It was like his worst fear coming true and he doesn’t even know it.
Then your eyes meet.
Your face forms into something like disappointment, but with soft eyes. Your mouth opens and you scream…
“Mom, mom! There’s a guy on the couch!”
A voice of a child shrieking pierces Yoongi’s ears and into his dreams, shaking him awake. He groans and opens his eyes slowly. “What the fuck?” He whispers. Who the fuck brought a child into the apartment? Certainly not you, you hated children. Namjoon? Maybe. But he was at work. Did his dream suddenly change scenarios or what?
The first thing he sees is the face of an adorable child. The boy’s eyes are wide, sparkling with stars and his smile lights up in glee. Yoongi’s eyes widen in concern but also in panic. “Who are you?” He asks, confused, raising his body on his forearms.
“I’m Jumong! I am five years old!” He giggles. Yoongi’s eyes furrowed. “What are you doing here? Where’s Y/N?–” He looks at the leather he’s feeling on his arms. Leather? We don’t have a leather couch. He thinks. And when he looks around, the apartment is the same structure but a different interior.
“W-where am I? I was just at my place–” He stutters. The last thing he remembers is that you just came home then he fell asleep on the couch. How did he travel to a different apartment? And who are these neighbors? He knew all the neighbors in the small building but he never saw this child before. Did he sleepwalk? Oh my god does he have amnesia? This is all Tony Stark’s fault.
“Oh my god.” A woman in her apron walks in, staring at him in shock. “Who are you? Can you– where did you take me?” He pleads. The woman shakes her head and smiles. “I’m Jenny, and this is my son Jumong. You must be someone who has lived here before.”
“Lived?” He asks. “Past tense?”
“I’ll make you tea. This is gonna be a lot to take in.”
The world was once again in chaos.
You thought about this a lot of times in the past five years. You thought about the blip never happening. You thought about everybody miraculously going back to life. At first, it was a nice thought— a hopeful dream. Then it was just dreadful. Because you know that it would probably never happen. The Avengers have been quiet since then. You didn’t mind. You know they tried their best—or at least that’s what everybody believed. And to be honest, you never really liked them anyways. You don’t know them. You don’t know who they are, what they’ve done, what they have not done, and they’re human just like every one of us, maybe except that alien god. Still, it’s just that they were given more power than the rest of us. And just like every being on this planet and outside ours, they lose.
On the day of the Blip, everybody lost somehow. The damage has been done and it stayed for five years, not five minutes, five days, or five months. It was years—half a decade. It left trauma that is not gonna be resolved the moment everyone materializes once again. You recall the countless stories and documentaries about the Blip. People didn’t just disappear—people died. Aside from half of the population, countless people died that day. From the pilotless planes and driverless cars that crashed, the patients in the hospital whose doctors or loved ones blipped leaving them alone and dying, the uncared-for abandoned children, the elderly who outlived their children, and so many more heartbreaking stories. Not only that, after all that destruction and devastation, the ones who were spared the sweet roulette of Thanos’ snap—they were the ones who were left to pick up the pieces. You know people who moved on and carried on with life. You know people who stayed there on that day, destroying themselves forever until eventually, they gave out—people who were barely scraping by.
You know it all too well because one of them was you.
Endless scenarios have filled your mind about this moment. But In all honesty, you never thought of it going this way. You always thought it would be a happy reunion. You would run into their arms and cry. They would hug you and tell you everything would be alright. But right now? All you can think about is how you are trying to be happy and excited. Your head is aching at how much you’re forcing yourself to be happy. You are trying hard to make yourself want to run to Namjoon’s old office or maybe hope to see Yoongi in your old apartment so that you could finally see them.
But you can’t.
You sat there, frozen and unmoving in your car seat. The vehicle was just parked outside of your old apartment building. Instead of happiness, fear is what consumes you. You don’t understand. And so you were angry. You mourned them. You accepted that they were never to come back to your life. You got by. You did it all by yourself. So why are they back now?
Without thinking about your actions, you find yourself inserting your car key into the ignition once again. But before you turn the key, your eye catches a familiar mop of dark brown hair. The said owner of the hair is walking aimlessly on the sidewalk like he was lost. You felt your chest getting tighter and your vision blurrier. Heat rushes up to your face and wet tears were falling down your cheeks.
He’s there. He’s there. He’s there. You kept repeating in your head.
He looks just like the day he left for work in the morning. In his white button-down, black coat, and tie. He doesn’t have his bag—no, you took that with you when you came to the office yourself to see if he did disappear. It was the only thing his co-worker handed you when you asked, pity painted on his face.
You won’t forget the look on the worker’s face. Everybody in that office knew that Namjoon was your only family. They looked at you like how you’ve been looked at your whole life but for the first time, it was actually true–you were alone and pitiful.
It all came crashing back to you—the pain you have felt all over the years; the feelings you tried so hard to push down and still trying to bury like a dead body in the middle of the night. It was getting heavier and heavier to breathe by the second. And you find yourself grasping the car door handle. Lips quivering and shaking your head, you try and calm yourself down.
He needs you, Y/N. They need you.
And with one last final breath, you fix yourself and open the car door, finally stepping out of the vehicle.
The wind felt crisp when it hit your skin. Namjoon was already near the main entrance, still looking lost. But this time, you see the worry in his eyes. You don’t shout his name. You don’t call his attention or make any sign that you were there. You didn’t really feel like exerting any energy talking. Instead, you slam your car door and sprint toward your brother. You didn't say a word but chose to wrap your arms around him and buried your face in his warm back. The only sound that can be heard is your muffled sob.
The both of you stood like that for minutes, basking in each other’s warmth and comfort. From behind, you can hear Namjoon’s sniffles and the shakiness of his breathing. When he thinks the both of you finally had enough, his hands drifted to where your hands rested on his stomach and softly caressed them with his thumbs. Slowly, he releases himself from your hold and spun around to face you.
His eyes were puffy from crying and the corners of his eyes crinkled when he finally gave you a soft smile. He takes a step back and looks at you from head to toe.
In your head, you wished you could hear his thoughts as he inspects you. Instead of the worn-out jackets you stole from his and Yoongi’s closet, you wore a business casual outfit that fits you well. The shoulder-length hair you maintained now reached below your chest and was colored with highlights. Everything about you looked mature now–better and wiser. That is, excluding your eyes… it was almost like you were tired and he couldn’t find the same light it used to shine.
“You’re all grown up.” He chuckles in between his sobs.
“No one answered?” Jenny asked Yoongi as he handed her the cell phone she let him borrow. He shakes his head and gives her a small smile.
“Maybe I’ll head out and look for them.” He suggests to himself, thinking out loud. The woman nods.
“Well, It's a mess outside right now so you could always stay the night if you want. After all, yesterday this was your home. It’s the least I can do.”
Yoongi shakes his head. “No, no, that’s too much. I can’t just do that.”
Jenny sighs and picks up the empty cup of tea from the coffee table across the couch. “It’s fine, Yoongi. Maybe you can play with Mungie to return the favor. That little guy’s been lonely.”
“Thank you, Jenny. It means a lot.”
The single mother in front of him nods and vanishes to the kitchen. Well, technically, she’s not a single mother. At least that wasn’t the plan before the blip. Jenny’s fiance was one of the victims of the blip. It all happened when she was pregnant. But now that they have all come back, Jenny definitely knows that he was out there now and she said she’ll be waiting for him to come home to his family.
Yoongi taught about his family back in Daegu. Are they waiting for him? How about you? How about Namjoon? He wonders if the two of you disappeared too. He prayed that you two did. He couldn’t imagine either of you being alone or not having each other. It would definitely break one. He sighed and looked at the four-year-old kid playing with his toy car on the floor.
Just how much had he missed?
His thoughts were interrupted when the doorbell rang. “Jenny?” He called out, standing to check who was at the door. “Were you expecting someone?”
Jenny comes rushing out of the kitchen again. “I wasn’t! I’ll get the door though.” She says, tapping Yoongi on his chest and running to the door. Before Yoongi was even given the chance to react, Jenny has already unlocked the door.
“Oh.” He heard the amusement in Jenny’s voice. “Are you here for Yoongi?” She asks. Yoongi’s head whipped in the direction of the sound when he heard his name. He found his feet moving involuntarily. His steps stop when his body is directly visible from the doorway, just a few steps behind Jenny. She had opened the door wider with a grin on her face.
There was Namjoon, in the same clothes he saw him leave in the morning. And then there was you. It was still you. Same pretty face, stance, longer hair, and pretty smile.
It is still you, his Y/N… just five years older.
If this was a dream, if it was some God’s way of punishing him for saying all those mean things and ignoring you the next day, then he pleads with God in a way that he had never before. He had learned his lesson, he thought.
“Yoongi.” Namjoon was the first one to speak, immediately going in to wrap his arms around the shorter man.
“Joon.” He breathes out in relief. It was a selfish thought, but he was also glad that he was still the same age as Namjoon.
When the two best friends let go of each other, you lunge for your chance to hug Yoongi. Your face was still puffy from the previous crying session with your brother and he noticed that.
“Hey, Yoon.” It was a whisper to his ear, soft-spoken. Like bamboo swaying with the wind. Before he was even given the chance to place his hand on your back, you let go.
“You must be the new owner of the apartment.” You face the woman who was having an emotional moment, hands clasped together as she watched the three of you. She nods excitingly. “I am! I’m Jenny.” You smile and shake her hand. “I’m Y/N. This is my brother Namjoon. We were Yoongi’s roommates here before the blip.”
Jumong, who Yoongi didn’t notice was already there as well, was tugging her mom’s sweatpants and hiding behind her back.
“This is my son, Jumong.” Jenny takes her son’s hand and tugs him to her front. “Mongie, say hi.”
Yoongi watched, wondering how you’ll interact with the child. His eyes widened a little when you dropped to your knees to keep your eye level the same as Jumong. “Hi, Mongie. I’m Y/N!”
You raise your hand in front of him. “Will you give the older sis a high five?” Jumong giggles and slaps his small hand against yours. You laugh at his energy and boop his nose. “Well, aren’t you a cute little thing?”
Since when were you good with kids? Have you known any kids? Do you have kids now? He suddenly remembers the dream he had earlier. Are you married? You can’t be, right? You were only 26. Life was just starting for you. Well, 26 is a nice age to get married for some people. Were you one of those people?
The thought made his gaze drift to your hands. A slight relief comes to him when he finds your fingers empty. Wait. Pause. Why did he care? Well, of course, it’s an important moment in your life. And it would be a shame if he missed it, right?
“Thank you so much for taking care of Yoongi. We take it, you have explained what happened already?” Joon shakes Jenny’s hand while she nods vigorously. “I did. He wouldn’t have believed me if I didn’t show him the news. Your guy has major trust issues.” She rolls her eyes and the three of you laugh.
Joon shakes his head and Yoongi swears he almost saw him give him an odd look he can’t describe. “Yeah, he does.”
The lights flicker open in the small apartment. “It’s a two-bedroom. I was wondering if you guys can share a room. Or maybe one person on the couch. Or I can be the one on the couch–” You say as the two men follow you into your small apartment. You scratch your head and toss your bag on the couch. “Sorry, it’s not much but it’s my home.”
“I’ll take the couch,” Yoongi claims, sitting on the surprisingly comfortable cushion couch. It isn’t the same one the three of you had but it was similar. With that, he couldn’t help but compare the home you called yours to the home that he once shared with you. Your place was neat, it was undeniably a nice place for a single woman. Single–were you single? he pondered. In front of him was a flat-screen TV. The lack of plants makes sense because only Namjoon really was obsessed with taking care of them. No pictures hang on the wall unlike before when Namjoon would hang your high school and college graduation pictures. However, he noticed that on the drawer beneath where the TV is attached to the wall, the picture of the three of you still stands.
Namjoon sits beside him. “You sure about that?”, he asks. Yoongi nods. “Yeah, man.”
“Okay, that’s settled.” You nod to yourself. “I’ll just get ready and cook dinner. You guys make yourself at home.” You announce before heading to your room.
“Yoongi…” He heard Namjoon mutter beside him. “This… this isn’t just some nightmare, right?”
“I really hope it is, Joon.”
When he heard you making sounds in the kitchen and Joon was busy watching the news, Yoongi decided to come and talk to you. You had your back to him, occupied with your cooking task.
“Hey.” He greets. You shriek, jumping and placing a hand over your chest. When you realize it’s him, you sigh in relief. “Sorry, need some help?” Yoongi asked you. You shake your head. “Nah, I got this.”
He looks over and realizes you were already done with preparing the ingredients and just put them in the pan. Yoongi nods. “I’ll set the table, then?” You smile at him. He noticed your eyes flash sadness for a second before you nod and turn away from him. “The plates are right there.” You pointed without looking at him.
Yoongi walked towards you, just a few steps away from your back.
“Y/N,” He speaks, only loud enough to hear you. You froze at his serious tone. “I-I don’t know if it matters now… but it was just yesterday for me. So, I’m sorry… for what I said that day.”
Yoongi fiddled with his fingers while talking, nervous about how you’ll react. You don’t react for a moment, but when you do, you turn to face him. There was no anger, no sadness–not anything. You stared at him genuinely.
“I forgive you.” You pressed your lips together to barely form a smile. Yoongi’s eyes widened for a second before his brows furrowed in confusion. “Just like that?” he asks.
You shake your head and you give him a light punch on the shoulder. “It’s been five years, Yoongi. I’m not the same kid whose eyes sparkle over a crush.” You chuckle and turn back to the meal you were cooking.
Yoongi watches your face for a moment, looking for any sign that you didn’t mean what you said. He didn’t know why he was hoping for that. But he wished you were lying. And when he fails, he presses his lips together and nods. “Okay.”
The three of you eat silently. You have become really good at cooking, Yoongi thinks. Before, your cooking was saltier than the average. Now, it almost tastes like his cooking, which you always argued that you don’t like.
“This is really good, Y/N. Who taught you to cook like this?” Namjoon compliments you. You roll your eyes while drinking water. You settle down the cup, hand still on it.
“I’ve always cooked well.” You answer, dismissing the question nonchalantly. Yoongi scoffs and you send a questioning glare his way.
“What, Yoongi? I don’t?” You raise a brow.
“Yeah, you don’t think so, Yoongs?” Your brother teases, egging you on.
Yoongi straightens his posture and places his elbows on the table. His fingers intertwine with each other. “I mean,” He smirks. “Not bad for five years.”
And he swore he saw you blush for a second. It made him happy when you rolled your eyes, meaning he still gets under your skin. It made him think that maybe, he can still catch up with the five years he lost.
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hi everyone life update: i’ve been starting this new job and i’ve been hella busy that’s why i haven’t been able to write. also,, tell me why when i get home exhausted from work or school i get this urge to tell levi about my day. i’m going crazy and i’m okay with that.
i had another idea for a levi fic. it’s a dark romance, inspired by historical manhwas and a war local series i’m watching rn, i plotted it out and everything on break. it’s probably gonna stay in the drafts unless i finish expendable hearts soon KAUHSJSHSHS.
hello everyone!! just a psa aka me yapping bc i can’t sleep despite having to wake up in three hours. expendable hearts is a story heavily focusing on miscommunication trope and i know it might be frustrating but this is exactly what people who can’t communicate are. i would know because the reason this story continued after hiatus is none other than me and my situationship ending bc of me! i miss him. i hate him. i ghosted him. GAHHHH 🐺🐺 anw smut next chapter maybe??? (i haven’t forgotten abt the eventual smut tag)
