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oohfluffy · 5 years

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Broken | MYG

Group: BTS

Member: Min Yoongi

Theme: Fluff | Angst | Bestfriend!AU | Badboy!AU

Word Count: 3,292

Your shattered pieces perfectly fit his. Maybe you’re meant to be broken to fill the gaps of his incomplete life and for him to fix you back into whole.

The bells were ringing in the background, the crowd cheers while throwing up pink and red petals of roses as the newlywed couple passes the aisle. The chapel was filled with sincere greetings and best wishes, smiles and laughter were shared, and happiness was present.

Of course, it was supposed to be a happy day. Who would be crying in despair?

You lifted the tips of your lips as he turned towards your direction, slightly slowing down as he walked passed your side. He smiled gratefully, bowing his head a bit.

That gorgeous smile that made you fall over and over again.

Yeri, his bride, now his wife, flashed you a beautiful smile of her own. You didn't let yourself falter until they fully walked passed you, the crowd following as you remain standing on the side. You watched as Jimin gently pick up Yeri, who was giggling as she wrapped her arms around him gladly, and faced the cameras in front of them with the biggest smiles you have ever seen them have.

He looks so happy.

Your lips immediately tugged down as if forcing them up for a few minutes was the limit, they can't handle pretending anymore. You bit the inside of your lower lip, trying to refrain from suddenly crying out of nowhere. You could have cried earlier and just say it's out of joy like how Jimin's mother sobbed while the couple was exchanging vows. But you can't lie again.

It's tiring.

"I'll follow later to the reception. I just received a call from the café, I'll check it out first." You waved at JImin's friends, who all became your own as well. Thankfully, they didn't ask further and just told you to take care and see you later.

Your flowy white dress danced with the wind as you trudged your way through the sea side walk, your eyes taking in the magnificent sight of the sea. Your feet were aching in heels, but you continued walking as if nothing was hurting.

Kept your face neutral as if you were not breaking.

That was until you reached the part of the beach where there are less people.

You slowly sat down on the ground, the smooth sand caressing your skin as you took off your heels. You freed your lips from your teeth, a sob escaping your throat in an instant. You cried as you gripped on the white sands beside you, they were flowing on the gaps of your hands but you kept on gathering them together desperately.

It hurts.

"When will you let go, (y/n)?" You said to yourself, voice breaking at the end as tears endlessly run down your cheeks. "Why are you like this? It's not like he's your first love or anything." You suddenly cried harder, eyes shut tight as you realized, "Fuck, he is." You leaned your head down to your folded knees and sobbed like a little girl.

You feel so pathetic crying like this after your best friend's wedding.

You were so into your self-pity and sadness that you didn't notice how a body slumped down a few feet away from you, tired and in pain. He just closed his eyes and let out a sigh, flinching at the sting he feels on his cheeks. As if on cue, you cried louder, not knowing there was a stranger who can clearly hear your shameless weeping. He just raised his eyebrows before furrowing them together in annoyance, clearly bothered by a wailing woman near him.

You grabbed your sling bag and pulled out your clean handkerchief to wipe your now tear-stained face, when you suddenly noticed that someone was just near you. Your cries came to an abrupt stop, making the man wonder why you did but was relieved.

Relieved because you're not making any noise already.

You were not that surprised with his presence but your eyes widened at the light bruises and cuts that painted his pale skin. He was clothed in black hoodie, black jeans, and black shoes.

Aren't most of the bad people dressed in black? Like gangs or thieves.

You sniffled before pulling the ends of your skirt together and moving away from the stranger. You calmed yourself, but your hiccups were stopping you. You hate it when you can't stop crying because of hiccups. You tried breathing in and out to help you calm down, but it seems like you still want to cry more.

"Let it all out, miss." You almost squealed at the deep voice and snapped your head towards the stranger. He was still laying on the ground without a care in the world with his eyes closed. "I don't care."

Seeing no harm in following his suggestion, you did continue weeping. It's not like you can force yourself to stop. You squeezed your eyes shut, letting the tears flow down freely as if they weren't swollen enough from all your crying a moment ago. The man's eyes twitched at the sound, not really expecting you to listen to him. His forehead creased as he slowly opened his eyes to see you curled up and bawling your eyes out.

The way your hands form into fists as you hiccuped, lips quivering with your whimpers, and your cheeks tainted with tears. He couldn't look away.

What made you so sad?

He looked away, gazing up to the darkening sky. The sound of the calm waves, soft rustling of trees near the shore, and the gentle instrumental music from the few shops by the beach.

Your cries are totally out of place in this peaceful atmosphere.

You don't know how many hours you spent in front of the sea, but he was still there when you decided to stop. You coughed, wiping your tear-stained cheeks. You looked at the calm waves, thinking of what you should do next.

Maybe I can ask a stranger?

You would have hit yourself for even suggesting that, but not in this case. You don't have anyone to confide in right now, so it wouldn't hurt to talk to a stranger, right?

"Say," You started, your voice soft like the wind as if scared to be heard. "do you think I should go?"

The man remained still, eyes closed as if he didn't hear you talking to yourself. You bit your lower lip before continuing. "Even if it would hurt me being with their presence?"

Your cheeks were already turning red, feeling slightly embarrassed for talking to someone who seems like he doesn't care and would not take an effort to reply. Who are you anyway.

You sighed after a few minutes, giving up on receiving a reply from the man lying on the ground.

I would have appreciated it if he just said yes or no.

You carefully made a move to stand up without making a noise when he suddenly spoke.

"Would it set you free from your suffering?"

Your eyes widened as you didn't expect him to speak, mouth parting in surprise. You looked down on your lap, thinking about what he just asked you.

"If letting go was that easy, maybe." You almost chuckled to yourself.

"Then don't go."

You bet this guy don't even think twice before deciding in important situations.

"What if he gets hurt—"

"Will this be all about him? How about you?" You pursed your lips at the stranger's words. "Will you be pretending everything's fine in front of him?"

How does this guy know what to say without even knowing the whole story?

"If it meant making him happy, then it's okay." You shrugged, slightly shivering as the wind made its presence known. You should have brought a jacket.

"That sounds masochistic."

You stifled a laugh at his comment. Maybe you are a masochist. You are enjoying this conversation with this stranger more than you thought.

You looked over to him and found him sitting up with a frown. His messy raven hair was sprinkled with white sand, eyes open but drooping, his lips twitched at the sting he felt again. You wonder why he looks beat up.

You were about to speak when your tummy beat you to it.

Shit.

You could see him slightly face you, surprised with the growl from your stomach. You looked away and almost whistled innocently as if nothing happened. You felt your shoulders relax when you see him stand up and walk away, probably he had enough noise from you.

"That was the most embarrassing encounter I have ever had with a stranger." You mumbled to yourself, shaking your head in disappointment. "How can you be so shameless-"

"Can you stop talking to yourself and eat first? It's getting colder here as well, you'd get sick." You almost jumped in surprise as the familiar deep voice spoke not that far from you. You looked up and saw his back slightly turned towards you, his hands within the pockets of his black hoodie. You looked back at the cold sea, before carefully standing up and walking to his direction.

"D-Did I worry you, Mr. Stranger? I'm sorry for that. I even talked to you out of nowhere, that was rude of me." You suddenly said, slowly walking behind him.

"It's dangerous out here, a girl should not be alone at this time. Anyone would be bothered."

"Well, I could say the same to you? Even though you're not a girl." You pouted, trying to argue when you find this dialogue familiar.

"Uhm, excuse me, sir." You expected him to be surprised or even look back at you, but he didn't even flinch. You gulped a little before speaking again. "We're closing already and it's getting dark now, shouldn't you be on your way home? It's dangerous at night—"

"I could say the same to you."

You got pulled out of your reminiscing when you bumped onto something hard, making your groan in pain.

"I knew you were out of it." He shook his head, walking into a dim-lit stall, crystal bells ringing by the door. You rubbed on your nose before looking where he went. It was a small store with a few Christmas lights hanging from the roof, blinking beautifully like the stars on the dark sky.

Should I leave?

"Sit there." You immediately sat on one of the wooden chairs in front of the stall, and observed the decorations within your sight. It seems like it's a little café on the sea side walk.

You placed your hands on your lap, keeping them warm as you waited for the stranger to return.

This is so stupid, (y/n). You don't even know him, my gosh.

You sat up straight when you heard the bells ring again, indicating someone got out.

"Hello, miss. I was not surprised when Yoongi returned with wounds but this is more surprising." A woman in her 30's exclaimed, a tray full of pastries and pasta in her hands. She looks so bubbly and friendly that you smiled at her enthusiasm. Her hair tied into a bun, a few strands framing her face, she remain looking youthful. "I'm his mother, by the way. Nice to meet you, miss?"

"(Y/n)." You slightly bowed your head in gratitude when she placed the tray on the table before you.

"How did that cold boy manage to snatch a pretty and sophisticated-looking girl like you?" She straight-out said that in front of you, giggling as she shook her head.

"Uhm, we just met by the shore." You scratched the back of your head, cheeks blushing.

"OH." She pouted and was about to say something more, when the door opened again.

"Get back inside, old woman." This Yoongi guy said, opening the door once again with his poker face. His words were harsh, but his tone says otherwise. His mother huffed before waving at you.

"Pardon my son's rudeness. It's his way of saying it's cold outside, mom." You just smiled at her, bowing again. When his mother was out of sight, he sat down on the seat in front of you and took the chopsticks on the stray before mixing the pasta on the huge bowl.

"How can you be so mean to your mom?" You tsked at him before taking a round bread with powdered sugar on top.

"I expected a thank you first from the girl whose stomach rumbled in the middle of nowhere."

"Thank you." You said in a heartbeat, munching on the bread as fast as you can. He scoffed as he glanced at you, cheeks full of food. Shameless, indeed.

You both continued eating peacefully when you decided to ask about his wounds.

"Aren't they hurting? Shouldn't you treat them first?" You quietly asked, slightly hesitant to break the silence. He just continued chewing for a moment, before replying.

"They just sting, it doesn't hurt that much."

"Still, they can get infected."

"You sound like mom."

"I tend to worry about people so much," You sighed. "maybe that's why I end up forgetting myself too."

"It's not that bad to care about yourself, you know." Yoongi mumbled, hands taking his glass. "It's not bad to put yourself first before others. You're just too selfless."

You get his point. He's right. You knew that, but you're just too kind. You can't help but to give more, even though you get nothing left for yourself.

"Eat up, stop thinking." He said, breaking your thoughts. You smiled and took some pasta from the bowl.

—

"Where did you go yesterday? Namjoon said you went to the café? Did that snappy boss of yours make you work on a weekend?" Jimin walked passed you, inviting himself in your little apartment. You've expected that he would ask about your disappearance, but not this sudden visit. He could just call you, especially that they would be travelling for their honeymoon today.

"Y-Yeah, I could not refuse. You know she's getting older, and I got an extra pay as well. I'll make it up to you next time, I promise." You closed the door, sighing as you smoothly made an excuse. "Probably I'll make dinner for the two of you."

"Hmm. Make sure you'll do that when we come back." Jimin nodded as he sat on your couch comfortably. His head leaning on the headrest with his eyes closed. "I'll miss you."

Your lips twitched into a smile before your eyes welled up. You blinked rapidly to refrain yourself from crying, and went to the kitchen.

"Do you want a drink? I'll make you hot choco." You said, ignoring what he said while trying to act normal. Your hands shook as you went to grab the mug he usually uses when he drops by before. "Maybe not. I'll just get soda for you today." You turned to the refrigerator, not noticing Jimin standing up from his seat to see you in the kitchen. "That's okay, right?"

"You're not."

You halted, hands wrapped around the soda can from the cold fridge. You feel your heart beating so much faster than you have ever felt, that you can even feel it within your ears. You plastered a forced smile before turning to him. His eyes were not sparkling, they were dull, and that meant he's dead serious right now.

"What are you talking about? Come on, let's talk over there."

"What's wrong?" Jimin asked, not budging as you tried playfully pushing him back. "Did something happen last night?"

"Nothing, Jimin. Why would you think that? I'm fine." You were getting a bit irritated for his probing, but you can't blame him for that. You didn't attend his wedding reception after all without notifying him of all people.

"You can fool anyone, not me, (y/n)." He scoffed at your reply, crossing his arms as he leaned on the wall. "Now, spill it. We weren't best friends for nothing."

"I don't have any problems, Jimin. I swear!" You shook your head at him, pissed at his accusation that you're fooling him. Well, yes you are, but it's better for him not to know about it! "Why are you being so pushy?!"

It's probably your broken heart speaking because you haven't shouted at your best friend this mad before. Jimin looked so surprised when you looked at him, the corners of your eyes slightly red.

"H-Hey, I'm sorry. I just wanted to know if you're really okay." He hushed you, arms instantly wrapping themselves around you as if they were meant to be there. "I'm sorry if I hurt you."

You did.

You just bit your lip as you closed your eyes, feeling his warmth for the last time.

Once he leaves, I'll move on.

Hopefully.

—

You hummed as you walked to your bike near the driveway, stretching your arms after a long day from work. Your eyes caught the pastry store by the street, and you suddenly craved for one.

"I still have a bit of money to spare, hmm." You mentally computed how much will you be spending, when you heard rushed footsteps from behind you. "I would need to work two hours to cover-"

You let out a squeal, that was muffled by a hand, and thrashed around the person's hold despite the slight pain on your back as it collided with the ground. You felt yourself get lifted from the hard floor and the person ran towards the nearest alley.

OH FCK. AM I GOING TO DIE HERE?!

You managed to get the person's hand off your mouth and bit the hand as hard as you can, which earned you a deep groan from him. You opened your eyes as he sounded familiar-

Oh. He is.

"Yoon—"

He placed his forefinger against his chapped lips and closed his eyes, breathing heavily but without a sound. You looked around and saw that he brought you to a dark alley way, no lights or noise. You were about to question him about it when you heard angry shouts and screeching of wheels near you.

"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU LOSE A GUY? YOU'VE BEEN CHASING HIM FOR A MONTH!"

"He's just too fast, boss! It's hard-"

"Dumb asses! Go look for him again! I can't let him roam around for long!"

Your head unconsciously hid on his neck, as you felt fear and perturbation rise within your system. Obviously, it was Yoongi they were looking for. And you are with him right now, hiding behind huge stocks of boxes a few feet away from the bad guys.

When you heard the footsteps getting further away from the area, you mumbled, "What the hell did you do?"

"I didn't do anything bad." He simply replied, his grip on your figure not loosening. You sighed.

"Okay." You moved away from his hold and peeked between the boxes. "They're gone. I need to go home. You should too, before they get you."

"How can you be so calm after that?" He chuckled, head leaning onto the brick wall behind him. "I was expecting you to cry like you did on the shore."

You snapped your head at him, eyes glaring at the memory.

"Rude."

"I've been told by my mom every single time, thanks."

You scoffed before standing up, patting your jeans clean. "I'll get going."

"I'll walk you."

"I have my bike, thank you for the offer." You waved him off before running back to your bike.

"Then can you tend my wounds?"

You were hopping on your bike when he spoke, making your turn to him. Indeed, his face was a bit swollen with cuts and bruises. Just like the first time you have seen him.

You let out a tired sigh, easily giving in.

"Hop on."

Well, tending wounds is much different from fixing hearts, right?

You hope you won't get broken by this.

Maybe.

—

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