No one would have ever known he was someone you technically
were never supposed to meet. You’d crossed paths months ago, when you’d
attended one of their concerts out of town and decided to make the trip into a
full weekend getaway. You’d bumped into the group at a museum, and you’d never
forget, third floor, east corner in the West African exhibit. You were admiring
a particular piece and low and behold, Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jungkook came
meandering through. You were shocked to say the least, and hastily bowed a full
90 degrees. Your friends quickly bowed as well and they bowed in return, seeming
surprised that American girls had greeted them so formally.
The exchange was quick, but all it took was three minutes for
you to express your love of Yoongi’s production style, the 808s you noticed he
managed to always include in the tracks he produced and the emotional element
that was never absent in his songs. You’d exchanged email addresses to keep in
touch and you prided yourself on the cool manner in which you handled the
Two weeks later, you mustered up the courage to send him a
message, a short one just inquiring into his well-being. A week later he
replied, apologizing for the gap between him receiving the message and the
reply. He said he was working on a song, thought you might like it, and asked
if you would like to hear it once it was complete.
You were ecstatic. You loved his music, loved his works,
although you barely knew him. You exchanged intermittently and finally three
months later he sent you the completed product, along with an invitation to
call him with any critique or feedback. You were flabbergasted he’d even
invited you to do so. You listened to the track that night, and fell in love
with his creation.
You hesitated to call him and instead emailed him your longest
message yet, not holding back in expressing how you felt about the piece. You
imagined his pale slender fingers firmly releasing the keys of his piano,
sometimes gently, almost sorrowful, and other times in frustration, almost
angst. You could always visualize how he built his songs from scratch, first
the heavy pulsing of the bass drum, beautiful staccatos of the violin over a
metronome keeping time. A guitar in the chorus, never losing the pounding of
the drums. The bass guitar assisting in adding a deep undercurrent to the
melody that stirs your soul and the whine of the electric guitar leading the
song to a crescendo. And finally, his haunting emotional utterings of
difficulty and triumph, swirling throughout the notes.
Little did you know, Yoongi was over the moon when he read
your detailed response after remembering to check his email after he’d pulled
an all nighter working on another song. It was six in the morning and he was
reading your message, understanding majority of it even though it was all in
English. In your email, you’d also included your phone number. He knew it was
wild, but he decided to add you as a contact through Line anyway. He was so
tired, so very tired, but wanted to hear your voice. You were on your way out
of work on a Friday and your phone began to ring, signaling an incoming call. You
recognized Yoongi calling as you’d instantly added him back as a friend and
your heart began to race.
You picked up and said a hesitant hello. He breathed out, and
you heard his deep raspy voice for the first time in 111 days respond to you.
“Y/N, when can I see you?”
You were so, so taken aback and you stuttered over your words
before you could formulate a reply. In the meantime, he chuckled at your
“Erm, we can try video chatting? But Yoongi, isn’t it…hmm…14
hours…6 am? What are you doing up? I know you’re not a morning person,” you
replied and promptly wanted to kick yourself. How could you call him out when
you barely knew him?
A low hum and he finally said, “Then you know I’m usually up
then Y/N. Our schedule ends early tonight. What are you doing tomorrow
afternoon?” You almost looked at the phone like the thing was possessed and
even stopped your trek to your car.
“Nothing planned at all.”
“Good, be ready, I want to see you.” This time you almost
buckled to the floor.
“Wifi means we can meet on the screen right? See you at 12pm
your time,” and the call disconnected after he gave another low chuckle. You
couldn’t take this. You were dying, his voice sounded so lovely in your ear.
You knew from listening to his logs that you liked his voice out of all the
boys the most when he was simply speaking, but talking to him personally was
beyond surreal. The possibility of speaking with him almost kept you awake that
night but you managed to finally drift off to sleep.
The next day, you were ready, and true to his word, he called
you. You could only shyly smile and he found it cute how you tried your best to
converse with him past your nervousness. You didn’t talk long, only 30 minutes,
and then he was bidding you goodnight, or a good day rather. You bid him goodnight
in return and placed a hand over your heart, taking note of how hot you felt.
The months wore on, one after another, and here and there,
when you could, you and Yoongi spoke with each other, video calling and
continuing to email when life was especially hectic. You grew closer gradually,
sharing things with each other, and before you knew it 18 months had passed
since you’d met him.
“Yoongi?” you asked one day, lying flat and looking at your
phone to his face directly opposite yours. You could see into his eyes, and it
almost felt as if he was with you physically. “When will you return to the
states for another concert hmm? You’ve had three album releases since then and
I want to see you perform your new solo in person,” you enthusiastically
“Hmm, really?” he hummed in his low voice, his hair falling
into his eyes. He’d kept it black after dying it a couple more times and you
felt it was the best color on him.
“Yes, Bangtan is the best live,” you complimented, playfully shooting
a couple finger hearts his way. He pretended to fall off to the side and you
laughed heartily. Yoongi was such a cutie, even if he never admitted it.
“How would you like to come here?” he asked suddenly,
straightening up. You froze, your smile instantly wiped clean.
“To Korea?” you asked. You almost couldn’t believe what you’d
heard. You and Yoongi were definitely close, but you had shied away from
bringing up going to see him personally.
“Yeah, fly here and come see me at the concert personally?”
he finished it as a question and peeked up at you almost hesitantly from
beneath his bangs.
“Yoongi, I’d love to visit Korea,” you responded, almost
breathless at the possibility. You’d be wanting to visit and had quietly began
saving six months ago. You wanted to say “visit you” but dared not hope so hard
that he was dying to see you in person as much as you were to see him.
“Good, great!” he ran a hand through his hair messily, and
grinned, his gums showing and teeth flashing, and if you hadn’t already
admitted that you were maybe in love with a man more than halfway around the
world, you would’ve admitted it in that moment. “It’s in two months, first show
of the tour. I’ll buy you a ticket here, and I can come get you from the
airport,” he said this all quickly and you could only stare at him.
“What Y/N?” his question shook you from your state of shock.
“Yes, yes Yoongi, I’ll be there. But wait, you don’t have to
buy me a ticket! I can-“ He cut you off before you could finish.
“You’re coming to see me Y/N, so I’ll pay for it. Plus it’s
not like I can’t afford it.” You attempted to whine further, but he was having
none of it. “I’ll buy it and send you the details.” You could only smile and
thank him profusely before he had to leave for another schedule. You waved
goodbye and wished him a great day.
Yoongi was true to his word and brought you a plane ticket.
You were able to take a week off from work and looked forward to the visit very
much. It wasn’t your first time flying internationally, but you still felt
butterflies in the pit of your stomach all throughout the flight. You managed
to sleep, get some reading done, and catch up on your favorite k-drama that had
fallen to the wayside, but when you touched down in Korea, you almost felt sick
to the stomach.
You willed yourself to calm down, especially because you were
meeting your friend that you had known for a long while now. You had no logical
reason to be nervous. Yet you knew there was no way to shrink back from the
feelings overtaking you. You retrieved your bag from baggage claim and
hesitantly made your way to the arrivals area. He’d said that he would pick you
up personally, having his own car and had cleared the second half of his day.
He was nervous too, he couldn’t remember when he was last
this nervous. He worried if now after so long, if he was too short, or if you
didn’t see him in a special way. But he considered you special and knew that he
had to do, or say something, anything to let you know. He saw you step foot
into the arrivals area from his seat by the window, and could tell right away
that you didn’t see him. He found it adorable how you were dressed in a big
hoodie, and had on practical sneakers and looked so small in the huge arrival
area. He decided to sneakily make his way to you.
You had stopped in front of a directory sign to make sure you
were in the right place. Your nerves were making you second guess the plain
English that was present on the majority of signs. You felt a presence beside
you suddenly and turned, ready to bow and greet in Korean. You could tell it
was him right away and stood in shock.
He lowered his face mask and put his shades up on his
snapback and before you could stop yourself, you hugged him tight, winding your
arms around his neck. He held you easily and buried his face in the crook
between your ear and neck. He wanted to say it was to continue hiding his face
from any prying eyes, but really he wanted to take in your scent. It was as he
imagined, even after the long flight, sweet, fresh, and comforting.
You finally pulled back and looked him full on in the eyes.
You searched his, your hands still on his shoulders grasping tight to make sure
that this all remained a reality. Something in him broke and he leaned forward,
just enough to brush his lips against yours, just to make sure the spark he’d
felt these 18 months was real, tangible. He instantly warmed and withdrew, a
million questions in his eyes mirroring yours. At a loss to do anything
different, you decided to just hug him again, and pressed another kiss to his
cheek. He smiled wide at that, and decided that he would make the most of this
week to know you even better, and to finally make you his.
last valentine’s day i ran into my ex for the first time since our breakup and had one of the most awkward conversations i have ever had with another person……. the valentine’s day before THAT i was wallowing in the most gut-wrenching unrequited love i have ever experienced.
Me with my incredible girlfriend @coolable who I love so much and wish I could be with this valentine’s day. You’re so amazing and I miss you like crazy but I hope you still have a wonderful day 💝💝💝💝💝💝💝