When he told you that for your anniversary he would be in another country, the discouragement had taken over. It was your second anniversary and the first one you two had passed in the same way, away from each other.
You faked a smile during the call, reassuring him it wasn’t a problem. He already had too many worries, you didn’t want to give him any more problems to think about.
The news had arrived a couple of days before and only then you realized that you wouldn’t waste another second away from him.
You were packing when the ringing of your phone scared you, but you immediately ran to fetch it from the counter of the kitchen. His name was blinking on the screen and feeling incredibly guilty, you let the voicemail start. If you had spoken to him, you were sure, you would not contain joy, and you would have revealed your secret.
Your suitcase was waiting for you and so was your boyfriend on the other side of the world, completely unaware that that anniversary would be completely different.
“Y/N, why does your anniversary fall just tomorrow? Tomorrow? Chicago scares me…. it’s so BIG. ” You murmured looking around, immersed in the chaos of the airport; “And if I lose in the crowd..? No, Y/N. You can do it, you need him, everything else is completely irrelevant. ” You added, giving you a little pat on your shoulder as an encouragement.
If the airport was crowded, the streets outside of it were even worse. You lifted your gaze, trying to overstay the crowd before you, but without being able to locate a taxi. Your only possible means of transport was practically unattainable.
“And now what I do……” The sadness was evident in your voice, so you sat on your suitcase and waited for the crowd to disappear; “Sooner or later will have to do it.. Everyone will get a cab and they’re going to disappear, yes, of course. "
The phone in your pocket began, for the umpteenth time, to ring but you ignored it completely, and biting your bottom lip you started to feel the guilt increase more and more.
Your surprise was more important, he could endure your silence for a few more hours.
"Fuck” Yoongi blurted throwing his phone on the bed totally annoyed, having to hold back from composing her number again to have a minimum contact with her.
It was two days that she didn’t answer and he began, in addition to anger, to prove a sense of concern that didn’t suit him.
“Still does not answer you, Hyung?”
“I start to be tired of this. If she’s upset because I can’t be there tomorrow, it’s not my fucking fault.”
“Maybe she’s busy with work..” Hoseok proposed, trying to calm his own hyung; “You said she had an important project to present next week, right?”
“They moved it and she took some days off.”
At the Yoongi’s answer, Hoseok found himself to be silent because he had no plausible excuse for the behavior of Y/N. Perhaps something happened, but he preferred to keep that thought for himself. He didn’t want to worry Yoongi more than he was already.
“Let’s go for a walk Hyung!” The others are in the hotel’s playroom. “
"You go, I don’t want to.” He whispered turning his back on his friend, who disheartened gave him a slight pat on his shoulder and walked out of the room. Yoongi began to observe the sky outside the window.
It was changing color, becoming more and more dark, fading those few excerpts of light left by the sun now gone to rest for that day. The nth day without her and it was something that really started to weigh him.
For this, he had always tried not to bind himself sentimentally to anyone. He knew it would be difficult, especially for someone like him who always forgets to answer messages or phone calls.
But with her everything was different, he felt the desperate need to be part of her life and had, immediately, learn to live with the sense of abandonment that inundated his chest every time he had to “abandon her” because of his work.
The gaze slipped him on the package, perfectly wrapped, on the room table and smiled slightly. He would have given her anniversary gift as soon as they would have been together but seeing it was almost a warning of his continual absences.
And that thought began to make him doubt that perhaps she had begun to be tired of being his girlfriend.
Being on a soft and comfortable bed was the first real joy of that infernal day. Now it was nine o'clock in the evening and the fatigue was your best friend at the time.
You would have wanted to take a shower but your eyes shut you up again before you could say “get up and go to the bathroom”.
The alarm clock started playing at six in the morning, habits because of your work, but the night had been profitable and you felt totally rested.
You took your time to get ready because you didn’t want to look like a zombie that morning, trying to ignore the jet lag that hammered your head with an annoying and continuous pain.
The only one who was aware of your presence in Chicago was Sejin, who had managed to find a room in the same hotel where they were staying. You would give him everything to repay him for his kindness.
“Alright y/n, you seem acceptable,” You said to the reflection in his mirror, finishing to retouch the Peach lipstick on your soft lips. You just walked away, observing how the blouse fell perfectly on your curves and the jeans bandaged your legs. Yes, you were fully satisfied with your look.
Your destination was the building where you knew they would have held a couple of interviews, always merit of Sejin who had given you all the program of those days, because you would never be presented to the concert that evening. You could bear to be seen by some interviewer and people from the crew, but thousands of fans were another thing.
You came out of the bathroom, slipping your phone in the back pocket of your jeans, putting on the leather jacket you gave Yoongi for your birthday and leaving your hair loose, which soft caressed your shoulders.
Your mission was about to begin and you could no longer contain the emotion that you felt at the idea of being able to finally see him again after weeks of distance.
The peculiarity of Sejin was that with his height hid you completely. You had reached him almost half an hour and you had spent those thirty minutes hidden behind him, waiting for the boys to come out of the room where they were holding the interview.
You were so proud of them and what they had reached that you almost felt like a proud mom, even if you were only one year older than three-quarters of them.
“I tell you he’s not in a good mood, Y/N.”
“W-What?” You stuttered looking at his shoulders; “In what sense?”
“You haven’t answered him for more than three days, how do you think he’s..?"
You’d be forgiven, but that wasn’t the moment for guilt.
Finally, their voices echoed in the hallway and the agitation flowed through your veins faster than the blood.
“PDnim! Only RapMon Hyung spoke but I think it went well! ” Exclaimed an enthusiastic Jungkook, making you smile slightly.
“You were great guys. Yoongi-ssi? ” Sejin called him and you could imagine your boyfriend raising his gaze slightly confused, without understanding why he had been called.
“A fan of yours has left a gift for yo–don’t complain, guys, this is a special gift.” He silenced immediately the others who had already begun to grumble by complaining, while you could see the shadow of someone who was approaching your “cover”.
“What a gift, PDnim..?”
Without leaving Sejin the time to answer, you protruded your hand, where you kept the box with his anniversary gift. A duplicate of your house key and a ring that you had engraved with the date of the day you were met.
You remained hidden, leaving only the hand in beautiful sight. Your laughter threatened to ruin that moment, but you could remain silent.
“What the hell..” Murmured in chorus those you recognized as Hoseok, Seokjin, and Jimin, while you felt the box was taken and the silence came from Yoongi.
“What is it, Hyung??” Namjoon asked, while always thanks to their shadows on the walls you understood that everyone was in circles around him.
“A key and a ring.. What the hell of gift is th–”
“Hyung, are you okay..?” Jimin soft voice came perfectly to your ears as you started to worry because you didn’t understand if his reaction would be positive or negative.
“There is an engraved date.. It’s the day I met Y/N. ”
“Because you should remember the day you met the most obnoxious woman in the world. ” You murmured, finally coming out of the open and taking a few steps on the side, finally free from the protection of Sejin.
Seven shocked glances rested on you, but the most upset were just Yoongi’s one. The others began to smile but he couldn’t even move and you started to think that maybe didn’t answer to him had been a mistake.
“Yes.. In short, I know that your work is important, but I wanted to spend at least a few minutes with you for our anniversary. I swear I’m going back to the hotel and waiting for you to finish the concert, I swear. Sorry if I didn’t answer.. But if I had spoken to you I would have told everything, you know I cannot keep secrets.. Y-Yoongi you could say so–”
He didn’t let you finish the phrase because you were already into his arms, your face was hidden against his chest and his heart was beating so fast that you could feel the sound perfectly.
“You are the best gift ever, Y/N.” He whispered into your ear; the voice slightly trembling, while his arms squeezed you with more strength.
You smiled and went straight to resting your arms on his hips, braiding your hands behind his back and letting yourself be lulled by that hug that was really worth more than a thousand gifts.
“Sorry if I didn’t answer Yoongi..”
“It doesn’t matter. You got me mad, but now that you’re here, it’s no longer important. ”
Plot: When Jaebum is so stupid to not understand is slowly falling in love with you and pushing you away because he’s afraid due to his previous broken heart. But you love him since your training days and at the end he confesses to you.
Words count: 2,5k+
For anon, I hope you like it cutie! (I love JB, thanks for your request lmao) - M.
Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥
That was your day. After three years of training, you were finally able to debut and more important as a soloist.
It was tiring to be alone, but that was your dream as a child and nothing would have prevented you from realizing it.
And it was a success, because as soon as your music video was released the visualizations began to increase with speed, making you feel really at peace with yourself.
And from that day began the promotion at every music show, fan sign, mini concerts, and interviews. It was tiring, but you just seemed to be into a dream, wanting to never wake up.
Another dream was also to know the groups that had been your inspiration for years and during an episode of the MCountdown, you had known SHINee and the f(x), who finally had returned after years with a comeback that had left you speechless because of the too much perfection.
Everything was perfect, the only difficulty is that you felt lonely most of the time.
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, Y/N!” Jackson’s scream made you turn, you were talking to your manager in the hallway after your practice, and you greeted him shaking your hand forcefully and smiling to him warmly.
Jackson had been, after the first few months since your debut, the first to approach you and immediately you had become close friends. And it was he who introduced you to the other six members of GOT7, a group for whom you had immense admiration.
I’m never going to finish this so i’ll post it now bc im sure there are some people out there who would enjoy this kind of thing.
there just isnt enough flowey content out there. this has been stewing in my head since the beginning of july so I had to at the very least get this thing out or else it’d ruin me. if someone else out there is brave enough to try and finish this, be my guest
Plot: When you and Jaebum are childhood friends but secretly love each other, until the day you two stuck into the elevator and confess your feelings.
Words count: 3,3k+
Genre: RealLife!Au / Fluff
For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M.
Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥
You hated that kid. Now it was clear, but the more you were forced to spend time together and the more hatred towards him grew.
“Take Me Y/N” Jaebum yelled by continuing to wave your book, what you were quietly reading, threatening to throw it in your pool.
“How old are you? Five?? ”
“Ten for accuracy! You’re boring Y/N; Stop reading and come play with me. ” He threatened you, pretending to drop the book into the water. At that sight you began to run towards him and threw you on him, dropping both in the pool.
You had never been a quiet little girl and Jaebum should have learned it at his expense after all those years. Returning to the surface, you would take your breath, rest your hands on his shoulders and push him down as you could. You had three copies of that book, he simply had to pay for his behavior.
“Now I’m going to drown you so I’ll stay at peace for my entire life!” You screamed by continuing to keep him underwater, while he clasped his arms around your legs starting to pull you down.
Your father’s personal assistant voice made you almost scared, so you left the grip on Jaebum’s shoulders and he was finally able to go back to the surface. He coughed spitting water and you threw him a deadly glance, swimming then to the ladder and coming out of the pool shuddering a little.
“Never joke with me, Im Jaebum.” You murmured, turning to look at him, still in the middle of the pool that stared at you upset.
“So the perimeter of a triangle is the sum of its sides?”
“Jaebum is the twentieth time I tell you….”
“I don’t like Algebra.” He objected, flapping his head on his algebra book, letting himself escape a whipped groan.