The local bar, adorned with soft and almost Christmas-like lights, left it's doors wide open for many to flow in and out comfortably in a welcoming manner.

Gentle jazz music had warmed the cozy atmosphere as many settled into their seats with their large groups of friends to chat the evening away on topics such as politics and life as they sipped a couple beers.

Yoongi's head crashes onto the table in boredom as his friends continued rambling on and on about each other's lives after a long year of pursuing their own paths as university students and adults.

His lips twist into a petite smile as he fiddles with his cold drink glued to his palm, tracing meaningless designs on the back with one finger.

If it was up to the poor lad he would've opted to stay home and rest instead of heading out once again with these goons he had befriended much to his reluctance.

His lungs grew heavy as oxygen filled them before soaring from his lips with an audible huff.

He really didn't want to be here.

In fact he felt such a strong desire to leave, he was even willing to seem like an asshole to return back to the comfort of his hotel room in all honesty.

Yoongi was never much of a social butterfly and instead preferred to keep to himself much to the annoyance of most of the people in his social circle who were extroverts. It's as if the moment Yoongi would even prop his door open, people would swarm him with questions and practically jump in joy if he replied.

He chuckled.

What were they, his fangirls?

"Oh! It's Hobi's turn soon! I'm excited." Jin smiled leaning forward in his seat with great anticipation.

"Me too." Jungkook squeaked, voice mumbled.

Jimin chuckles, stroking the young brunette's hair, "Jeez you're so shy." Jungkook nodded sheepishly, head resting on the orange-haired man's shoulder as he observed the front stage eagerly.

"Today is his first performance. I'm sure he's a nervous wreck." Taehyung reasoned as he sipped his sweet brandy from a cute pink straw.

The man with rounded glasses cocks an eyebrow in skepticism, glancing from the book cushioned in his palms. "He's Hoseok. He'll be fine." He brushed off, eyes continuing to devour the words written on each page.

"I think Namjoon's right. Hobi isn't one to freak out over something like this." Jimin agreed with Namjoon making Taehyung's lips curl downwards.

"And there you go again, agreeing with the lawyer as always." Taehyung grumbled, words carrying more bitterness than Jin's liquor. He leans back into his seat in defeat, lip rounding into a pout as he sulked.

Namjoon's expression contorted into that of a somewhat offended one. "Seriously, what on earth does dragging my career into this have to do with anything?" He directed towards Taehyung, eyes narrowing until he was practically glaring at the younger.

Taehyung snorted, "As if that's important. I'll be making more than you in no time once I get a contract with Gucci." He flashed his rectangular smile with a certain smugness.

Namjoon grinned, settling back into his seat. "And last time I checked Gucci rejects up to 90% of applicants. Especially those with no sense of fashion."

Taehyung gasped, hand over his mouth as he clung onto Jungkook who's eyes were wide in confusion. "Oh you did not just say that!" He fumed.

"So what are you going to do if I did?" The older provoked.

"Could the both of you just shut up?" Yoongi hissed at the two culprits, who grew silent as they hung their heads low afterwards. "You guys are so fucking annoying."

Taehyung averted his gaze, transferring it to the floor in refusal to look his elder in the eye due to an influx of embarrassment coursing through his veins. Taehyung brushed his hair back with one hand, gaze flickering to the youngest.

Frustration and embarrassment was all Taehyung needed to make him want to drink the night away. Besides, it wasn't like he had classes or work the next day or anything so he figured why not.

"Go get me another drink." He said.

Jungkook looked up at Jimin with hesitance, a questioning and concerned look overpowering his stare as he mouthed, "Should I?"

Jimin took the younger's thoughts into consideration, shaking his head to signal a firm no. "We need a chauffeur for the night." He snickered. Taehyung's gaze turns to Jimin practically shooting daggers his way.

Sensing the tension and awkward mood, Yoongi excused himself from the table.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Jin called out to the ebony-haired man wandering into the shadows.

"Bathroom." Yoongi shouts back in nonchalance as he continued veering off to find into a somewhat secluded area where he could process his thoughts and compose himself before Hoseok's first stand up performance.

He knew the exact reason why he was here tonight.

And he refused to back down because every time his gaze held steady contact with Hoseok's he couldn't help but a feel a nagging guilt eating away at his insides every time he saw the disappointment in his friend's pecan orbs.

It was unfair.

Why did he have to be chained to petty emotions such as guilt like this?

Why were the ones around him smiling happily without a worry in the world when he remained suffering in silence? Their medicine was becoming his poison and the more and more they tried to expose him to the pleasures of the world, the more Yoongi found himself hurting.

Though knowing that it wasn't people's intentions, he couldn't help but feel as if as everyone lavished in glory, he had just been a puppet bathing in a pool of emotions that he wished he could rid.

If he didn't have emotions- if he didn't feel anything...

If pain wasn't so present in his blackened heart...

Could he have been able to be different?

Sometimes Yoongi found himself wondering this over and over again.

Especially in moments like these.

He knew that he was being a coward and stupid. In an ideal world, he would muster up the courage to apologize to Hoseok for their last encounter and get it over with. But no.

Here he was, hiding like an idiot because he was too afraid to face his inner demons.

Yoongi paused in his tracks, the sweet and somewhat familiar aroma of blooming orange blossoms sweeping his lungs. His brows furrowed to complete his perplexed expression as he fished for a reasonable explanation for this odd sense of déja-vu.

He turned his head to the side.

Though the room was dim-lit, his hooded orbs anchored to the elegant figure seated on one of the bar's high-stools, a single leg crossed over the other. Chestnut locks crusaded down her exposed back and shoulders in an alluring manner. It had been almost as if she had been planning to entice all the men wandering the bar from the careless way she looked at her phone, though dressed so outrageously.

She flashed a brilliant smile and spread words of thanks as she reached for the drink the bartender had placed before her. She glanced over her shoulder, Yoongi's lips curving into a smirk,

"Niece girl..." he mumbles, tongue washing over his bottom lips as you spun in his direction upon hearing zed pet name.

You froze under his smoke-hued orbs which held you hostage to the chair you had planted yourself in. Your lips purse in disgust as you internally grimaced.

"Shit." You curse as he strode past, shoulder oh-so-subtly brushing against your as his gaze trailed to yours with a look of that feigning innocence.

"Oh I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" His fingers ghosted over your bare shoulders, tickling the fragile skin you allowed him to touch so carelessly as you met your gaze with his.

You couldn't help but wonder what exactly his goal was from all the needless contact as he circled around you in effortless grace.

Your lips twist into a grin of mockery, "Didn't think you'd remember the last time." you breathed as Yoongi planted himself in the empty seat calling to him without an ounce of hesitation.

"Looks like we meet again." An arrogant chuckle spilled his lips as he propped himself with one elbow, palm carrying his chin as his eyes locked with yours.

In a moment like this he couldn't help but snort because he could no longer be a gentleman and contain himself.

Teasing you was priceless.

Lips parted in anger and wobbling as you scrambled to figure out how to make a good comeback accompanied by the shade of cherry that dusted your ears, you remained speechless.

Your embarrassment in general was beyond hilarious.

His head fell to the side, gaze narrowing on your features as he analyzed you head to toe as a knowing smirk gifted his thin-cornered lips.

"Don't you know this is an adult's playground?"

Oh that was smooth.

And he knew it too.

Yoongi had always been very well aware of what his assets were in the world of relationships. Though he wasn't one to easily trust others and did have a sharp tongue, he had also been gifted with yet another asset.

His looks.

Though your eyes would practically roll out of their sockets from his obnoxious comments, you had to admit...

The man had a nice side profile.

A jawline sharper than his tongue and suave words alone was enough to make any girl faint from a case of fangirling. Heck any girl would probably sue this man for stealing their fragile hearts with a simple change of angle.

Your lips allowed a scoff. "I know how to take care of myself thank you very much."

A grin crawled his lips as he pulled the glass of alcohol you had been sipping on towards him. You arch an eyebrow giving him a questioning look. "Last time I checked you are not the pretty girl with brown hair that the bartender directed this drink towards."

Your comment causes Yoongi to smirk.

"ID." He speaks, hand outstretched in expectance as he stared at the card sprawled out on the counter with intensity.

You were taken aback - by far more baffled than your first acquaintance with each other.

Your gaze traveled to his, "No." You laugh. "I'm not giving you my ID."

The man remained silent, allowing his ebony orbs to continue with their assault as they penetrated you with nerving precision, a foreign twinkle clouding his normally melancholic stare. His tongue glazed his bottom lip, a hand weaving through his silky locks.

"Are you challenging me?"

His fingers curl around the back of your bar stool as a crooked grin traversed his lips. Your eyes bulged in surprise as he uses the opportunity to slither closer into your personal space, a gap between your legs just wide enough to accommodate the width of his waist.

An airy chuckle followed his throat as his dark orbs penetrated yours in a claim for dominance as he dared to inch closer to your petite frame. He tilted his head to the side to create the allusion of intimidation as he towered over you with much pleasure.

A warm sensation tickled his skin as you placed a firm palm against his chest to prevent him from further moving.

He grinned at the small barrier you had attempted to create.

"Cute." He mumbles, voice a husky whisper with the short distance he had set.

"Move." You command, breath hitching as he slammed his grip around your wrist, tossing your arm to the side with ease.

Your lips parted, expression utterly horrified as he reached past your figure, ringed fingers grabbing hold of the card on the counter. "Thank You." He sung in mockery, retreating to his seat.

"Told you this was adult's playground." He simpered. "Little girls have no business here."

You scoff, arms folded across your chest in disgust as he continued reading off the information on your identification card with a careless tone. "Lee Y/N, age twenty-three." He finished, sparing a glance in your direction.

You scoff, expression cross as his shoulders shook from laughter. "Give me that." You hiss, snatching the card from his grasp before shoving it into your purse.

Anyone with a right state of mind would've called the police on this man and charged him with harassment.

But not you apparently.

Instead here you were, gaze softening as light puffs of laughter soared from his lips. You remained dazed, his lips molding into a smile that flashed his gums as his eyes curved upwards in happiness.

It had been the first time you'd heard the man laugh genuinely, let alone smile.

And in all honesty, something about it all had made you feel moved - strummed your heartstrings.

Catching his breath, his gaze mellows into that of one softer than the pastels of the sunset. "Guess that makes me older." He leaned back in his seat, shoulders relaxing as if a certain weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "So what are you doing here?" He asks.

Though brief, for a moment your heart fluttered to his sweet words, something you hadn't quite expected from the guy that practically pinned you against your seat just moments prior.

You couldn't deny that maybe... even just a little... you liked this side of him more.

Your lips rounded into a smile, cheeks flashing a light champagne as you met his gaze with a luminous glow of happiness radiating off your aura. "My aunt told me to come here. I'm not sure why."

Yoongi nodded.

Though he hadn't known your aunt for very long, he understood she was one to sort of leave out rather important details at the most critical moments, but he kind of just figured it was because of her rather perky personality.

After all, the woman was pretty easy to get along with.

"Are you lonely?" Without much consideration, the words had rolled off his tongue even surprising himself. He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "Sorry, I didn't mean to come off that way. I was just curious." He rambled.

You giggled, rose lips turning into an understanding smile. "I'm not lonely per se, but..." You trail off, gaze traveling up his body until it had locked onto his dim lit features.

"I wouldn't mind having company." You admit, sweeping some hair over your shoulder leaving an exposed neck for Yoongi to attack with his blazing stare.

A sudden rush of heat rose to his cheeks as he found himself averting his gaze out of embarrassment. His forearm covers his lips, leaving his expression somewhat ambiguous as he spoke, "Then why don't you stay with me?"

❈

High heels pounding into the ground with each step she took, the ebony-haired woman groaned as the blisters on her feet were finally wearing out her optimism. She heaved a long sigh, continuing to drag her luggage uphill, passing by many pedestrians on her way.

A large whiff of the sea-filled air filled her lungs, a large smile carrying her ruby lips.

It had been so long since she had last been here.

And now here she was, returning to the place she had begged so desperately to visit out of concern.

She giggles, crumpling the address-scribbled paper in her palm as she stared at the sign that hung over her head. "Miss me?"

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