Hi!, for the little Drabble game you're doing, how about a #29 with Suga
#29: “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
Clenching your eyes shut as you hear a gruff voice behind you, you inhale sharply through your nose as you reach up to put a book back on the shelf, your lips pursing as you glance over at the boy.
“No I haven’t,” you reply curtly, and Yoongi scoffs.
“Bullshit!” Your eyes widen when he’s stepping closer to you, the proximity of him making your throat feel like it’s closing up as you feel the body heat radiating off of him.
He’s looking at you with harsh eyes, lips curled into a snarl as he glares at you. Even when he’s trying his best to look intimidating you feel your heart race, just one look at him and you’re ready to explode and tell him what he means to you – or rather, how much he means to you.
“We’re in a library, Yoongi,” you mutter, grabbing another book off of your cart. “Lower your voice.”
“No,” he says defiantly, his hand grabbing your wrist as he pulls you towards him to make you fully look at his face. “I want to know why you’re being like this!”
His angry facade falters then and you watch as his face contorts into something that makes you almost break down – he’s hurt.
“Did I do something wrong? Did I offend you in some way? Please, (Y/N), help me out here – I just want to know why you’ve decided to cut me off just like that. After everything we’ve been through…”
Deep brown eyes are filled with worry and sadness, his lips now turned downwards into a frown. He looks defeated, the tough guy exterior cracking and breaking down as he shows you what he’s truly feeling.
His name is whispered as it falls from your lips, your gaze locked on him as you try to calm yourself down. What was he going to think when you tell him? When you admit that it’s not because of something he did – hell, he didn’t even do anything! It’s because of the pure, unadulterated fear that sits in the back of your mind. The fear of getting hurt just like you had gotten hurt the last time you opened your heart up to someone. You wanted to take the risk, you wanted to tell him, but the nagging conscience of your brain tells you not to.
“I– I just…” You’re fumbling with your words, your eyes darting as they look at anything but Yoongi’s face, and you can feel your mouth go dry as nerves wrack your body.
“Are you sick of me?” He asks, and immediately your head shakes from side to side as you protest.
“No! It’s not that!”
“Than what is it?!” His voice is desperate now, brown eyes basically pleading you to tell him what it was that was making you like this. “(Y/N), please –”
“I’m scared okay!” You finally shout, and you can see people from the table next to the bookcase shoot the two of you a dirty look as your face flushes. Yoongi frowns, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he tilts his head.
“Scared?” He repeats. “Of what?”
It’s now or never…
“Yoongi –” you whisper, your gaze dropping to the floor as you kick at the rug. “I think I’m in love with you… And I’m terrified…”
Shock crosses Yoongi’s features as your words register in his head, a wave of relief washing over him and you watch as he steps closer to you. Grabbing your hand, he pulls you close to him and shakes his head.
“Sweetheart,” he drawls quietly. “You know I would never hurt you the way he did, right?”
You nod and Yoongi gives you a small smile.
“I love you – and that’s a fact. I don’t think it, I know it. I love you enough to give you space if you need time to wrap your head around your feelings. I don’t want to make you feel forced or uncomfortable –”
Yoongi stops talking when you pull him in towards you, your arms looping around his neck as you hug him tightly.
“Thank you,” you murmur, and Yoongi smiles, leaning in to press his lips to the crown of your head.