A/N: Please play song at the top of the media when I tell you to~ Thank you~ <3

(Jungkook's POV)

Entering the bedroom after a long day of work, I sigh. My fingers, gliding against the walls and other furniture which had been collecting dust, to help search for the velvet box which I had left on the nightstand the night before.

My gaze softens as I notice Y/N's sleeping figure, curled up into a little ball, and the bed sheets scattered across her frail body. Her lips, displaying a goofy grin and hair, hooding her doe-like eyes. No longer in control of my body, my legs carry myself to her side - step by step. Inch by inch...

I kneel down on the bedside, observing her in awe, my hand caressing her cheek unconsciously, sparking a warm feeling in my chest.

She looks perfect... even in her sleep

And I want her...

Bad...

"Jagi~" She groans, rolling over on her side, now facing me. A furious blush spreading across my face as I stare at her skin through the same transparent t shirt she was wearing.

I chuckle nervously, running a hand through my hair. "Even thinking about me in your dreams?" I joke to myself silently, not wanting to disturb her from her slumber. Drawing a last large breath, I plant a kiss on her forehead, wondering off to return to my mission - the search for the rings.

A wave of concern washes over me when I discover the rings, scattered on the floor. My mouth hangs open, as the anxiety tip toes into my system.

Did she find them?

No, no! There's no way... Right?

I pick up the rings from the floor, analyzing them for scratches or dents -- Luckily, none apparent. Sighing, I place the two golden loops into the velvet box, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Did she throw these?

A frown controls my expression as I place the box into its hiding place; underneath the pictures of us together in my nightstand drawer.

The image of Y/N finding the rings formulates in my mind; her skin becoming pale, colour draining from her face as her hands tremble while holding the jewelry. Her, scanning it carefully noticing the names engraved within the metal... But worst of all... The note.

Her eyes watering, then tears streaming down her face as she rips the letter into pieces, the wind carrying my feelings throughout the room as she sits there, the two rings falling from her grasp; an ugly sob following... Because she isn't ready for this kind of commitment.

I smile wearily, finding myself staring at her sleeping silhouette once more.

I knew she wasn't able to handle it; but the worst part of all -- I didn't expect it at all. I didn't even consider that there was a possibility that she could leave me... For him.

I never should have let Yoongi get so close...

Because the last thing I need right now is Y/N...

Leaving me...

Alone...

Again...

{Two weeks later}

(Y/N'S POV)

His demeanor was different.

Something had changed, yet you couldn't exactly put your finger on it.

You couldn't help but notice that Yoongi had become more romantic lately -- and Jungkook, distant.

A frown controls your expression as the memory of last night came into play -- the same night you spent alone. Not even a single text or call from Jungkook who disappeared without a trace, nowhere to be seen; not even by his hyungs.

And again today, you found yourself alone in the apartment.

But that was besides the point.

What mattered to you was finding what the problem was, and then finding a way to make it up to him.

Tch. Yeah right. You smile sarcastically.

The last time he even said he loved you was weeks ago.

You gasp, the cold stream of water trickling down your body; wetting your hair, back, lips... Every inch of your soft skin from head to toe. You purse your lips, pumping a handful of shampoo into your palm, then messaging it throughout your scalp in gentle circular motions.

You find your teeth chattering, your body shivering as you stood under the showerhead, legs shaking as an irritated smirk twitches your lips.

Goddammit, he even stole the hot water. You cursed the boy mentally.

And by he, you meant Jungkook -- Who had been leaving extra early lately for the past week, almost as if he was trying to ignore you.

Which he was.

It had been quite clear to you at this point -- that he was ignoring you.

You shake your head, the thought briefly slipping your mind as you withdraw from the water which was nearly giving you hypothermia, to answer the a knock at the front door.

Wrapping the nearby towel loosely around your dignity, you stumble to the front door, only to be met with a blushing Jimin.

"Is Jungkookie here?" His eyes dart throughout the house, a pout forming on his lips when no Jungkook could be found.

You groan, sweeping back your damp hair. "Nope. He left for work early..." Your hand wraps around your own arm in reassurance. "Again." You mumble bitterly, concealing how insecure you truly felt.

Jimin eyes you in pity, observing your pathetic posture as you spoke of the boy. "I'm sure he's just busy. Don't take it personal." He assures, a kind smile gracing his lips as he patted your shoulder.

"I'm trying not to." You admit with a wry smile, sighing afterwards.

But then again, it's hard to not take things personal when he says he loves you one day, but turns his cheek the next.

He's so hot and cold...

It's unfair.

Did I do something...?

You chew on your bottom lip, the worst coming to mind.

Has our relationship... Dried up?

Jimin's voice sounds you back to reality, snapping you from your daze. "Sorry for the bother. You seem busy," He rubs the nape of his neck sheepishly. "See you around." He waves.

Perched against the door frame, you nod nonchalantly, eyes clouded in sadness and confusion. "Mmm. See you later." You hum, softly closing the door on it's hinges.

You sigh, observing the rainy weather from the balcony window. "What's with the bad weather lately?" You smile sardonically, shaking your head.

It's as if everything is against you.

It's like the universe is looking for a way to tear you down.

You glance over at the black hoodie sprawled across the couch, gaze softening as you pick up the fabric, the scent of Jungkook enveloping you.

Holding the fabric close a stabbing sensation fills your chest.

I miss you...

Right as you were about to close your eyes, your phone rings, snapping you out of your daze.

"N-Namjoon?" You stutter.

"Y/N..." He speaks, worry present in his voice, causing you to become alert.

"W-what is it? Is there something wrong?"

He sighs, voice shaky, "Yoongi Hyung... Is missing.." He finishes, your heart dropping, just like the phone in your hands as you dash out of the apartment complex without another word.

Why?

Why is this all happening?

Did I do something wrong to him too?

So many thoughts and questions filled your mind as you hopped onto the bus heading for the place you knew where he'd be.

The same place where he had been there to comfort you.

Because now, it was your turn to comfort him.

That same bench... That always brought pain. The same bench... Where there had been moments of beauty... As well as moments of darkness.

A weak smile tugs your lips as the notification for Yoongi's new song shows on your phone -a warm sensation in your chest as you click on the notification, a sense of pride building.

(Play song here)

The melody of a piano's wistful keys humming in the distance - the harmony, simple and comforting despite the damp memories returning as his hoarse voice began...

The corner of my memory

The smile on his face as he helped his fellow band-mates all the while, still keeping an eye out for you.

A brown piano settled on one side

His slender fingers, slamming against the keys in frustration as he stayed up all night composing new songs; taking it upon himself to have many sleepless nights as he indulged in his work for the group.

In the corner of my childhood house

A brown piano settled on one side

I remember that moment

Way taller than my height

The wet sensation of the rain, stopping as his shoes came into your view; a cheeky look on his face as he draped his navy coloured umbrella over you. An unusual look in his mysterious eyes... Not one of pity but instead one of admiration.

The brown piano that guided me

I looked up to you

I yearned for you

Your heart rate increases dramatically as the music continues, tears blurring your vision. No...

When I touched you with my small finger

"I feel so nice, mom I feel so nice"

I played the piano wherever my hands took me

I didn't know your significance back then

How could I be significant when all I did was hurt you...? I was crazy... And in love... With someone else... It was as if a shard of glass had stabbed you in the chest, pain enveloping you.

Back then I was content with just looking at you

I remember back

during my elementary school days

When my height became taller than yours

I neglected you when I once yearned for you so

On top of the white jade-like keyboard

Dust is piling on

Your image that has been neglected

"No..." You sob, now earning weird looks from people -- not like you cared though -- instead you focused on his sorrow filled words, which had put you in a pedestal and himself in the dark. You never did anything to me... I'm the one that hurt you...

Even then I didn't know your significance,

no matter where I am

You always defended that spot

But I didn't know that would be the last

You say don't leave like this

Don't worry even if I leave

You'll do well on your own

No I won't! I can't do well on my own... I need you...

when I first met you

I remember

Before I knew it you grew up

Though we are putting an end to our relationship

Don't ever feel sorry to me

Don't say goodbye to me... I won't let you... Oppa... You glance out the window, the rainy scenery not even bothering you as your lips trembled, hand slipping over the stop button. I need to find him...

I will get to meet you again, no matter what form

Greet me happily then

I remember back then

when I met you that

I had completely forgotten, when I was around 14

The awkwardness was only for a moment, I touched you again

Even though I was gone for a long time, without repulsion

You accepted me

Without you I am nothing

Your heart clenches, as you exit the bus, running down the street, rain and salty tears staining your cheeks.

After the dawn, the two of us welcomed the morning together

Don't let go of my hand forever

I won't let go of you again either

I remember back then

We burned up the last of my teen's

Yes the days when we couldn't see an inch in front of us

We laughed, we cried

You run as fast as your legs can carry you, panting -- still in search for the mint haired boy. Your lips parted when spotting him by the blooming cherry blossoms.

Those days with you, those moments

are now in memories

I said, grasping my crushed shoulder

I really can't do any more

Every time I wanted to give up

By my side you said

Bastard you can really do it

Yeah, yeah

I remember back then

When I was fed up and lost

Back then when I fell into a pit of despair

Even when I pushed you away

Your umbrella slips from your hands, which were shaking out of control. "Y-Y-Yoongi...?" You tried to sound strong, but your voice came out as a hush whisper. He pivots, eyes darting from the champagne cherry blossoms, to your disheveled figure -- a complex look on his face.

Even when I resented meeting you

You were firmly by my side, you didn't have to say anything

So don't ever

let go of my hand

I won't let you go ever again either

My birth and the end of my life

You will be there to watch over it all

The corner of my memory

A brown piano settled on one side

In the corner of my childhood house

A brown piano settled on one side

Ripping the earbuds from your ears, you shove them into your pocket running to the boy frantically, sobbing.

His eyes widen upon looking at you -- but he knew he should've expected this.

A confession isn't meant to be taken lightly...

Yet still...

The ugly cries from your throat, clothes soaked, teeth bearing in agony -- were not doing him any favours, instead making him weak to his knees as he eyed you in guilt. Even though the only one who should've been pitied was him.

"Let go Y/N..." He breathed, voice shaky.

"I won't." You sob. "I won't let go until you promise to come back home."

He sighs, slipping your hands off his frame. "I have nowhere to go anyways. I won't leave... So don't leave me either."

You nod, standing beside him silently as he continued to observe pink flowers from the blossoming tree in melancholy.

"Why did you run away? Don't you know how worried Jungkook and the others are?" You glance at him, concerned.

The name Jungkook rolling off your tongue, causes Yoongi to flinch, jaw clenching. "Don't bring up his name." He whispers.

"Jungkook would've freaked out if it wasn't for Namj-"

"It's always Jungkook this, Jungkook that, with you... Please... Stop it." He turns to face you, letting go of the crumpled flower blossoms in his hand, the wind carrying them making them dance gracefully in the sky.

He inhales a sharp breath of air, "Just once - I wanted you to be mine. Just once - I wanted to kiss you. Just once..." his dark, melancholic orbs meet yours, his lips parting slightly as a pained expression became apparent on his face. "I wish you could love me..."

"Y-Yoongi-"

"Don't you understand that I love you...?" His voice comes out hurt and soft, as he turned to away from you, shuddering in the wetness of the rainy weather. His blonde locks, damp, covering the tears which threatened to spill from his eyes. "Don't you know how much it hurt, watching you in pain from the sidelines!?" He snaps.

You flinch at his harsh tone, a slight whimper escaping your lips.

"Yet, like a fool, I stood by your side... Why did I do that?" He smiles sarcastically, shaking his head as his gaze fell to his feet.

"The reason why you were there for me is..." You resist the urge to run over to him and pull him close -- because that would be selfish. "Because you're nice Oppa..." You croak, the words somehow tasting right yet wrong in your mouth.

Yoongi's eye twitches in annoyance, turning to face you, a dark look clouding his eyes. "I'm not that nice Y/N..." He growls, taking a step forward; then another, and another, until he was mere inches away from your small frame.

"Y-Yoongi-!" Your hand lands on his chest, in attempt to prevent him from coming any closer. He places his hand on yours, cupping it, rejecting you the ability to escape.

With a swift movement, he leans in lips crashing onto yours, sending a chill down your spine. He moans, sucking on your lips without a fuck, now understanding that he'd been deprived of you for far too long. You struggle, hands curling around the fabric of his shirt, begging him to stop.

But he couldn't stop now - He was far too deep.

He'd lost control.

The more you tried to push him away, the more it tempted him- his tongue assaulting you, deepening the kiss. "I did everything for you... I became your doll without even realizing - hiding my pain as you sobbed in front of me, with a kind smile. Because I was too scared to do anything more..." He growls, attacking your neck with rough kisses, making you hiss in pain. His tongue gliding along your wounds gently, soothing them.

Your teary eyed gaze meets his. "Please don't do this..." You whisper, breath shallow, as he plants another wet kiss along your jawline. Ignoring your comment -- as if he'd never heard it, Yoongi continues suckling on your fragile skin for all he pleased, plump lips resting comfortably in the crook of your neck after giving you nearly a dozen hickeys, to take a break. You freeze as his hot breath tickles your ear, his pants impossible to ignore.

You feel his smile on your ear, as he whispered the following words. "I'm not a nice guy Y/N."

You couldn't believe him.

No.

You wouldn't believe him.

Despite feeling extremely uncomfortable, you cloak your feelings, hiding any potential for a weakness to show. "Oppa... You are a nice guy." You mumble, tilting your head to face him, eyes staring at him gingerly.

You lean your head against his chest, allowing your heat to transfer to him, who was cold after standing in the rain for so long.

"I know you Oppa... Don't say those kind of things. Maybe you don't see it, but I do..."

He lets out a dry chuckle, a tear slipping down his cheek., as he closed his eyes in pain -- an unbearable type of pain; the type of pain called heartbreak.

His hand lands on your cheek, caressing it gently, his fingers brushing your wet hair out of your eyes. His gaze falls to your lips, staring at them hungrily -- yet his heart tugged at the thoughts formulating in his mind, lips pursing.

"Oppa... Don't do this..." You beg, your lips swollen from his aggressive kisses, turning into a frown. "Don't do this to Jungkook..."

"Do this for Jungkook...?" He paused, mind trailing off.

"Please..." You beg.

"If I had cared about Jungkook, I would've stopped a long time ago..." He murmurs, finally gathering the courage to meet your gaze again. "And I told you... Don't say that name around me."

"I've listened to you all this time..." A tear spills down his cheek. "It's time that you listen to me."

You remain silent, nails digging into the palm of your hands.

"I'm not a nice guy Y/N... I never was. Besides..." He trails, eyeing down your lips, a toxic amount of jealousy trapped in every inch of his body. He takes a step forward, "Am I still nice..." His hands rests on your cheek. "If I want to steal you from him?" He breaks down, weeping in the comfort of your arms, his head resting against your shoulder.

"You'll forget about me." You allow the tears in your eyes to fall. "You'll find someone better than me." You wipe his tears with your thumbs, his lips trembling in unbearable pain. "You'll get over me."

"I won't... I can't..." He lamented.

Both of yours hand fly to his face, cupping his cheeks gently. "You will." You speak, voice determined. "You will Oppa, just like... How I'll get over us."

You pull him close, embracing him tightly - finally a ray of sun shining through the sadness which had left both of your hearts heavy for so long.

You loved him.

He loved you.

But the definitions of love had been different...

And no matter how much it hurt you to see him in pain like this, you knew, that this was for the best.

"I'm sorry..."

~~~

You trudge to you room, no longer having the energy to cry. All you wanted was to sleep; sleep your worries away and wake up the next morning and everything would be a dream. You'd go back to the life you had before, a little girl living on the farm of her small hometown.

You approach your bedside slowly, fingers gliding alone the wood, to help guide you to your bed without a light. "Ow!" You hiss, a stinging sensation, as blood spilled from your finger. You eyed the cut wearily, brows furrowing.

Paper...?

We don't have in here...

Kneeling down, you observe the nightstand closely, trying to theorize a way as to how you got this paper cut. Your eyes fall onto the drawer closest to the floor, a white slip of paper catching your eye through the barely noticeable crack.

Opening the third drawer all the way, you take the letter into your hands, a slight gasp escaping your lips.

It was addressed to you.

Dear Y/N

And you knew that writing too well.

Minhee....

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