a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg [COMPLETED]

1.5

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Even if there hadn't been any surprise encounters again, Soyeon never allowed herselt to let her guard down and remained cautious ever since. Not wanting to walk into any anew unwelcome guests.

Fiddling for her keys in her pockets, she paused when seeing a particular key among them. Remembering how she'd found that golden key in a frame behind an old photo of her grandfather when visiting her grandmother a few days ago. Asking her for any stories or incidents about her late husband. A desperate attempt of Soyeon to gather any kind of clue or information about the man she thought she'd known only to turn out to be a mystery.

However, much to her dismay her initial assumption turned out correct. Her grandmother seemed to be completely clueless about her husband's secret life, just like the rest of the family. That or she was an excellent actress behind that friendly appearance.
Either way, Soyeon knew as much as she had before after the visit. Only that now she was in the possession of a golden key she didn't know what it unlocked or where its lock even was.

Shaking her head, she got rid of those thoughts when her phone began ringing, distracting her. However, she declined without looking who it was and unlocked the door to her apartment building. She'd check later for the caller because right now the only thing she wanted was to lay on her couch, watch shows and eat snacks on that friday evening. So when she heard the notification sound, her first reaction was annoyance followed by a sudden fear of something bad having happened.
After pressing the elevator button, she couldn't keep her curiosity at bay anymore and eventually took the device out. Indeed, two messages appearing on the phone screen. And all air got knocked off her lungs when seeing from who they were.

getaway driver (7:12pm): hope you're alright
getaway driver (7:12pm): please call me when you can

She had almost forgotten having saved him under that nickname, never bothering to change it. It was her little inside joke, only her knowing who that number belonged to. Her initial fear now being replaced by unexpected excitement.

She instantly dialed the number back. Pressing it against her ear with an irrationally fast beating heart until the dial tone was replaced with a familiar tender voice. A voice she hadn't expected to ever hear again.

"Hey, angel."

She swallowed. She had missed this sound, although it had only been two weeks.

"Yoongi," she breathed while entering the elevator. A smile automatically tugging on the corner of her lips when saying his name out loud. She was so overwhelmed that she almost didn't pay attention to the way he'd called her. And the memory of the first time he had done so still lingering in her mind. The night they had bid farewell to each other not having been to long ago and yet feeling like it.
However, she tried to act casual and not show how much it affected her. Wanting to ask him about the letter instead as she assumed that was the reason he'd called, when he spoke up instead.
"Are you on your way home?"
"Mhm, almost there."
"Alright, I'll be waiting then."
Soyeon blinked, confused. About to ask why he'd wait for her to arrive home, when the elevator doors opened at her floor. And the phone almost slipped from her hand.

There he was. 

Standing at her door, lowering his phone when spotting her. Ending the call and sliding it into his pocket while grinning in that adorable way
Her lips parted. Her mind had gone from excited screaming to complete silence by now. Unsure if her mind played tricks on her or it was indeed him in a loose fitted shirt with long dark waves framing his soft features. Just like she remembered him and yet so different. 

Soyeon began walking towards him with slow then faster becoming steps until eventually reaching him. It took everything she had not to throw her arms around him, so instead she quietly stared at him while unlocking her apartment door. And Yoongi held her steady gaze. His almond eyes smiling down at her.
She knew that if he had wanted to, he could've easily picked the lock and opened the door himself. But he didn't. Instead he'd given her the opportunity to decide whether she wanted to let him in or not.