Promises [ Min Yoongi ]
BTS MIN YOONGI | 1226 WORDS | FLUFF/SLIGHT ANGST
[Requested by Anon]
35. “As a kid, there was so much I didn’t want to hear. Now that I’m older, I’d die to hear some of those things.”
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8 years old and Yoongi was scowling at his mother who turned off the TV. His favorite cartoon was playing and it would be the fifth times he had to miss it. His mother, a charismatic woman with black hair, pale skin, and a smile that could make his father gawked like a goldfish, only gave him a stern look before leaving the room, ignoring his childish glare. His brother snickered behind him and he would’ve tackled the older boy if it weren’t for [Y/N], who was already busy taking out toys from a huge box.
“Let’s play this, Yoongi” Her bright voice was enough to snap him out of his tantrums. He flashed her a smile and crawled over to the fluffy carpet play with her.
11 years old was when Yoongi realized that playing with his toys were more of a hassle and less of a fun activity. He picked up another robot with a frown while his mother nagged at him from across the room, complaining about his messy bedroom and that he shouldn’t have gotten a bedroom of his own if he couldn’t clean it up. His motion halted when her mother’s voice suddenly turned cheerful, her attention drifted away from the mess in front of her. His ears perked up at the familiar bright voice and his lips curled into a smile once the owner of the voice peeked her head inside his room with twinkling eyes and flushed cheeks.
“Have you seen Minmin, Yoongi?” She asked as she stepped inside the room, careful not to step on any of his precious toy collection.
“You mean this ugly thing?” He teased, pulling out a green t-rex plush from a box.
“I’ll have you know it’s named after you.” She stuck out her tongue and took the doll from him, hugging it tightly with a grin on her face and suddenly, his chores didn’t seem too bothersome anymore. Not when [Y/N] was here with him.
15 years old found Yoongi in a constant sour mood after fighting with his parents about his dream to be a rapper. He locked himself in his room, trying to block out his father’s stabbing words and his mother’s judging looks. He could hear his brother’s soothing voice outside his room as he attempted to cool down their parents’ fury. He had always been the golden child, with his straight-As and brilliant business skills that made their father beamed proudly.
“Yoongi?” The faint voice startled him from his bed. He looked outside his window only to find her struggling to climb over the balcony. His eyes widened in shock and it took him a few seconds to react, running over to help her inside without getting hurt.
“What the hell, [Y/N].” He hissed at her.
“You taught me how to climb over the balcony, Yoongi.” She pointed out, recalling the very day she saw him jumped over his balcony to hers because he was too lazy to go down the stairs and knocked on her front door. He gave her a look, though it only last for a mere second before his expression softened. She was smiling at him with so much fondness in her eyes and it hurt. Not even his parents looked at him with so much love and warmth. He gingerly reached out to her and pulled her into his arms.
“It’ll be okay, Yoongi. I believe in you.”
And Yoongi believed her, despite the scowl he sent her way.
17 years old and Yoongi was screaming into his phone, relaying the good news to [Y/N] between excited cheers and tears. He was one step closer to his dream, despite his parents’ lack of support and having to fend for himself in Seoul. He listened to her laughter and sniffles and felt his heart swell with love and pride.
“I told you so.” She softly said and Yoongi laughed.
“I know.” He replied, eyes scanning the building he just exited. “This is it, [Y/N].” He added and he could already imagine the way her face would bloom into a smile and her warm hugs that she would give when he returned to Daegu. Maybe this time she could come to Seoul, he thought with a smile. Maybe this time he could be the one who cheered her on while she chased after her dream.
“Come to Seoul, [Y/N].”
21 years old and he was crying in the small bathroom after his debut stage with his friends. He made it and it was worth the tears and the fights and the hollowness in his heart. He took out his phone with trembling hand and pressed the only number he memorized by heart.
“I did it.” He laughed between his tears.
“I know. I watched you on TV. You look amazing, Yoongi!”
His tears fell like waterfall and he knew his friends would be worried if they ever saw him in this state. But he couldn’t care less. His grip on the phone tightened as he told her of his first stage, the lights, the screaming voice of their fans, the deafening music, the smiles his friends gave him when they finally finished the song.
“I’m so proud of you.” She softly said.
“I wish you’re here,” Yoongi sadly smiled, eyes fixed on the random scribbles on the bathroom cubicle. “You should move to Seoul.”
“Someday, Yoongi. I promise.” She laughed.
He was 24 and had never felt so alone in his life. Everyone was having a grand time, the fans were laughing and screaming their names as they sang along to the songs. His friends were pushing each other on stage and he could see Taehyung and Jimin chasing Jungkook and pouring water over the poor boy from his peripheral view. This was his dreams, the dreams he sacrificed his youth for and he should be happy. But he couldn’t feel anything other than emptiness and guilt. The hollowness seemed to lodged itself in his chest even after they went back to their dorm.
“You okay, hyung?” Namjoon asked.
“Yeah. Just tired.” He smoothly lied, glancing down at his phone. No calls from [Y/N]. Not even a single text and he didn’t know how he should feel about it.
“Uhm–” Jungkook’s hesitant voice broke their conversation. Yoongi looked at the younger guy, who pointed his finger at a female figure standing in front of the door of their dorm. “Is that a sasaeng fan?” Jungkook worriedly asked.
Yoongi squinted his eyes, recognizing the familiar movement when the woman turned around. The hallway was dark but he knew that figure even if he was miles away.
“Hyung!” Taehyung called out but Yoongi was already sprinting down the hallway, eyes brimming with fresh tears.
She stumbled back upon impact and laughed as she wrapped her arms around him, letting Yoongi hug her tighter. Her shoulder was wet with tears and she was sure she ruined his shirt too with her own tears.
“You’re here.” Yoongi breathed out, suddenly feeling light as a feather as emotion rushed all over him. Bits of memories flashed before his eyes as he stared at her flushed face and he didn’t hide his smile when he leaned in to kiss her lips.
“I kept my promise, didn’t I.” She replied with a blinding smile.