BTS Imagines

Yoongi-Lost

Yoongi POV
With a dull expression, I stared longingly at the happy couple in my phone. The girl had an adorable, shocked look on her face, while the boy had sneakily planted a soft peck on her cheek. The moment was captured perfectly, making it seem unreal.

How magical it felt to be teenagers, young and in love. It was a heavenly, euphoric feeling, that is, until reality seeps into the cracks and delivers you a harsh slap in the face. Sometimes, I can't decipher what pains me more, the bittersweet memories I spent with her, or the happy man I used to be.

How could she do this to me? I thought we were the perfect pair, we were supposedly the two peas in a pod, inseparable for life. But I guess there's no such thing as a happily ever after in the novels I read. Nothing hurts more than the fact that the person you thought could never hurt you, does.

Y/n.. Where are you, darling? How could you leave me in such a time of misery? I miss everything about us. I miss the fact that you aren't a morning person, and how you hate sharing your food. I miss your small, baby-like hands trying to compare with mine. Hell, I even miss when you nag at me for the littlest things.

Jimin came in my room unexpectedly, and I flinched unknowingly. I quickly wiped away the tears that were staining my pale cheeks. I wasn't in the mood for any visitors right now, especially now that I was almost at a mental breakdown from heartache.

"Ever heard of knocking?"

I mumbled out sarcastically, looking away at his pitied expression. I didn't need all that BS right now. I tried to maintain my cold facade, but Jimin obviously wasn't buying it. Not even myself.

I plopped back down on my bed, already giving up, while Jimin made his way to my bed, sitting down beside me. We both sat in a comforting, peaceful quietness, neither of us having motivation to speak first.

"Come on Yoongi. I think it's time to move on. It's been what, six years? You have to try and forget her?"

I scoffed, glaring at him.

"Yeah, well easier said than done. I can't move on. That's the thing. Everywhere I turn, I see her. When other girls look at me, I only see Y/n's face morphed into it. She will come back to me. She just has to. If she left without saying a word to me for six years..."

I drifted into deep thought, having no heart to continue the dreaded sentence. I have been convincing myself for 5 whole years that she will come back to me. What makes this year any different than the rest?

"Ok fine fine. But you are going out with us."

I groaned out dramatically, and dug my head deeper into my soft pillow.

"But I don't want to go~. Seriously, who would rather go out instead of being in the comfort of their own home in their bed?"

"Well, that's the exact reason we're making you go."

Jimin retorted back at me. I drew my blanket over my head, but sadly cold air greeted me when I felt the soft blanket being dragged off my body harshly. I glared at Jimin again, but he held his ground, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. He's just not giving up, is he?

"Okay fine jeez. I'll come, give me 10 minutes to change."

My eyes rolled for the 100th time today, while Jimin smiled happily, clapping his hands. He gripped my wrist and literally dragged me to my bathroom to get ready. Before closing my bathroom door, I mumbled an inaudible, "fuck you" under my breath.

Maybe today won't be as bad as I think.. Right?

(Time Skip)
Never mind. I take back my words I said previously. I stared at the place that they took me to with my jaw dropped to the ground. They were all cheering, clearly excited to be taken to eat. While me? I just stood there, motionless. Jimin slung one arm around my shoulders, grinning from ear to ear.