#it'd take months to try out all the good-looking cafes i saw

[just-anka]

Stockholm! Such a cool city, had so much fun exploring.

[tonysslut]

Second Chances. Chapter 4

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of a panic attack

W/C: 1.3k

*6 months later*

Entering your apartment, you instantly collapse on the floor. You accidentally pushed yourself too hard on this morning's run. In the moment, you felt good, so another mile seemed fine. Big mistake. You take deep breaths with your hand on your chest, trying to calm your racing heartbeat.

Glancing at the clock, you notice you only had a few hours before your audition. You'd spent the last few months avoiding contact with the outside world, not wanting to be seen or hear what others thought of your previous relationship. But the desire to return to work began to gnaw at you, and you realized you couldn't hide forever.

It was a big role, an awaited romance action movie, and every part of your body was hoping you'd get it. It'd been a while since you acted, having put your job on hold near the end of your relationship, so you'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous, but it was also exciting to know you could potentially be a part of something so big. 

You got into the shower after peeling yourself off the floor and spent the next few hours getting ready. You attempted to keep the outfit as professional as possible while remaining comfortable. Checking your hair one last time in the mirror before grabbing the script and reading it a few times as you left your apartment.

You repeated your lines during the drive to the audition to make sure you knew them by heart. You couldn't possibly risk forgetting them. Nervousness took over when you put your car in park, looking over at the building as your stomach churned. You weren’t usually this anxious when it came to auditions, but this felt huge, especially since it had been so long. 

Checking into the building, you made your way down the halls until you reached the audition room. You felt relieved to see familiar faces, one of which was Joe Russo. He smiled at you and gave you a quick rundown of the scene you needed to perform.

As you perform the scene, your nervousness fades, almost as if your mind and body were relieved that you decided to do it again. It was brief, lasting only a few minutes. You thank everyone before leaving the room with a huge smile on your lips. You felt good. 

“Y/N?” You hear someone say from behind you. Turning around, you see Lizzie smiling at you. She instantly wraps her arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze. It had been months since you last saw her. 

“How are you? It’s been so long!” You ask

“I’ve been good! working a lot.” She laughs, making you smile. “There’s a little cafe on the second floor. Did you want to get some coffee and catch up?” 

As you made your way to the cafe, the two of you began to catch up, telling Lizzie your order as you searched for a table for the two of you. Too distracted staring out the window, you weren’t paying attention when you turned out, running right into someone and stumbling back. 

You feel someone grab your arms to keep you from falling further, pulling you back up to your feet. You instinctively grab them back, not paying attention to who caught you. 

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attenti-” 

All the air in your body leaves the moment you make eye contact with Chris. While you are in a state of panic, his cologne envelops you like a warm embrace and assaults your senses. Tears well up in the corners of your eyes as he scans your face, as if trying to memorize your features. Words seem impossible to get out in that moment, looking at your hands to notice you’re still holding on to him. 

You open your eyes wider as you realize what's happening, and as you try to get away, you feel his grip getting a little tighter. When he finally lets you go, you immediately dash to the nearest bathroom and lock yourself in the first available stall.  Putting your back against the wall, you slide down until you reach the floor. 

You find it difficult to catch your breath, the walls appear to be closing in on you, and everything feels as though it is too close. You feel the salty tears roll down your cheeks as you press your hands against the stall walls, a desperate attempt at grounding yourself. You’re too far gone to hear the bathroom door open, barely hearing the soft footsteps making their way towards you. 

“Y/N? It’s Lizzie. Can you let me in?” 

She waits for your response but notices that you aren't moving, so she decides to simply slide under the stall instead of waiting for you to respond. You watch as she struggles, mumbling curses under her breath when she gets stuck. Once inside, she sits in front of you, grabbing your hands as she rubs her thumb over the tops of them. 

“You’re okay. Just breathe. ” She whispers.

You take in her words and take a deep breath, slowly regaining control of your senses. Focusing on bathroom tiles as you feel yourself relaxing. In an effort to get your attention, she gives both of your hands a light squeeze. 

“Better?” She asks, and you nod.

“Sorry,” you say sheepishly. “I don’t know what happened. I saw him and then everything spiraled.” 

“When was the last time you saw him?” 

“Um, a few months ago. I didn’t think I’d run into him here, of all places. ” You reply, pressing your hand against your head when you feel it pulse. A headache was the last thing you needed right now. 

"It's a little difficult not to see him when he works here, babe." She says, noticing the confusion on your face. “He’s one of the leads.”

You feel your heart drop. The audition you just had was to be cast as the female lead. It would be impossible to work with Chris, given how you reacted to just seeing him. You needed to let them know you no longer wanted the role, to skip over your audition. Almost as if on cue, you hear your phone go off. Sliding it out of your pocket, you see an email notification. You open the email and see that you got the part. You were going to be the lead. 

“Did you get the part?” Lizzie asks. You nod, feeling as if you’re about to throw up. “That’s amazing!” 

“Lizzie, I can’t do this. I can’t work with Chris, especially not in a movie like this!” The bile in your throat rises at the mere thought. 

"I know what happened between the two of you was horrible, but you shouldn't let that prevent you from taking advantage of this opportunity." She leans forward and puts her hand on your shoulder. "If you really don't want to do this, then give up the role. However, I think you should take it. It's all temporary." 

“I really want this.” You pick at your cuticles while you talk. You hate feeling this way. 

“6 weeks. That’s how long the movie is going to take to film. You just need to get through 6 weeks with Chris and you won’t need to see him again. ” 

You contemplate whether it’s worth it or not. This role was a big deal to you, but being with Chris for that long felt like a death wish. Lizzie gives you a warm smile as you think. You just needed to pretend like none of this bothered you, like you were unphased.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” 

Lizzie gives you a bear hug and calms your nerves by rubbing her hand up and down your back in a soothing motion. You couldn’t shake the anxious feeling you had, but you couldn’t give Chris the satisfaction of knowing you were still suffering. You simply had to put on an act until all of this was over, and that's exactly what you did. 

[jjungkookislife]

Ouuu i saw your post bb and if ur up for it maybe a yoongi + "i wasted too much time to let you go again" thats angsty but with a fluffy ending? ����

thank you! <3

Five Years

pairing: yoongi x reader

tw: oc ghosts yoongi, yoongi's a surprise!dad

Five years. It had been five excruciatingly long years since Yoongi had last seen you. Thought that when you promised to be 'best friends forever', you'd meant it. He genuinely believed nothing could ruin your friendship, not distance, not time, and not sleeping together once. However, the latter had been your undoing.

Oftentimes, he found himself thinking of that night. Your last night in town before moving away for your new job across the country. He didn't expect you to be long gone before he even woke up, even had a chance to say his last goodbye, give you one last hug.

Yoongi just couldn't move on from you. Always hoping he'd hear from you, that his messages would someday be read by you. Five years of piled-up Happy Birthdays, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year all gone ignored, sitting unopened in the thread on his phone.

"Still thinking of her?" Jimin asks when he sits beside Yoongi on the train. Yoongi doesn't bother answering him.

Jimin bites his lip. "Can you come with me today?"

"Why?" Yoongi asks, finally acknowledging his friend.

"Just," Jimin shrugs. "There's a new cafe near our stop and I think it'd do you good to stop by."

Yoongi takes in Jimin's cryptic words but knows his blonde friend won't stop bugging him until he agrees. "Fine."

Jimin thanks him, nerves bubbling in his stomach. He knew you'd be upset with him for breaking his promise, but enough had been enough! It had been five years since you left town, only to return three months ago with a child on your hip, excited to open your new cafe. Jimin had wandered in one day, shocked to the core to see you after so many years, but not only that, there had been a child clutching to your side as you unlocked the door to the cafe.

Jimin had so many questions. Questions he bombarded you with when he walked into your shop. The bells above the door jingling. Your smile had fallen when you'd seen him and his when he saw your child was his best friend's spitting image.

"Oh, fuck no!" Jimin had cursed, covering his mouth right after. "Sorry."

"Don't tell him," you had rushed but Jimin couldn't keep it to himself. It ate at him every time he saw Yoongi.

"Uh, I gotta go," Jimin says as he pushes Yoongi into the cafe. Yoongi is about to protest when you greet him, freezing when you realize it's Yoongi.

Yoongi isn't faring much better, frozen by the front door of the cafe, saying your name aloud for the first time in such a long time. He rushes to the counter, eyeing you up and down, tears pooling in his eyes.

"You came back... and you didn't bother telling me?" He asks, hurt clear in his tone.

"I wanted to, Yoongi. I did but everything just... it was too much and then it was more..." you trail off, eyes on Yoongi, but you desperately want to keep your child playing in the far corner of the cafe. Curse your sitter for being late.

Yoongi notices the way you keep looking off to the side and sees a child playing by themselves. The child looks up, smiling, and there's no denying that smile and that nose isn't his.

"No way! No fucking way, Y/N!" he exclaims, clutching at his chest as he finds the nearest chair and sits on it.

"I didn't know how to tell you!"

"There's a mini-Yoon running around and you didn't think to tell me?" his eyes are going to fall out of his head if his heart doesn't fall out of his chest first. Oh, is the room spinning?

"Yoongi!" you shout, gripping his hands, and the room stops spinning. He licks his lips.

"I've loved you for so long. When you left, I didn't know what to think. I wouldn't have kept you from leaving, but you didn't even give me a chance to say goodbye the next morning. Did you regret that night so much?" Yoongi needs his answers even if he's trying to cope with the fact that his child is a few feet away playing with their toys. Oh, fuck. He was a dad now. A whole dilf!

"It was stupid. I thought you'd regret it, so I left before you could kick me out. I didn't want to talk to you. Have you tell me it was a mistake..."

"A mistake? A MISTAKE? I've loved you for years, I've waited for you for years. I'm trying to cope with the fact that you left and now you're back with a mini-Yoongi! Also, they're putting their toy in their mouth, is that allowed or should I say something?" Yoongi looks behind you, watching as drool gets on the toy.

You look over your shoulder, "Hey, baby! No, we don't put toys in our mouth."

The child takes the toy out of their mouth, waving it around before playing with something else.

"I know it's going to take a lot of work for us to be in each other's lives again, but what are you thinking?"

"I want to be with you. I wasted too much time to let you go again. Either of you." Yoongi immediately responds.

"Are you sure? This is a lot to take on, Yoongi."

"I know, and I'm ready to do what it takes. I love you. I never stopped loving you." Yoongi takes your hands in his, squeezing them for a moment.

"Let's introduce you to mini-Yoon," you smile, tugging him forward to meet his child, who smiles and immediately steals his heart.

[syinisuga]

Begin Again [MinYoongi]

Pairing : Yoongi x Reader

Word count : 5.2K

Genre : Fluff and Angst

Description : Friends to lovers, Long Distance relationship, Lovers to (?)

Summary : when you thought the friendship you once had with him died away after one silly mistake, and you thought you would never have again what you lost;

But it blossoms back unexpectedly stronger and is slowly growing to be something more beautiful than you ever had

"I've been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does is break and burn, and end;

But on a Wednesday in a cafe i watched it Begin Again"

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It was the start of a new year and you weren't particularly happy about being moved up a few classes into an entirely new class with relatively new students you haven't personally met yet. You were still grateful for your good results in the past year to have you land in such a good class. In all honesty though, you did miss your friends from your old class, all of them being scattered in the back classes however changed your mind about being thankful that you're at least in a better one. The first few days of getting used to the classes went by rather slowly as you were listening to the introductions of the other students and teachers half mindedly, till around your 4th day into the classes that is.

You were randomly seated in the Chemistry lab by the teacher as she familiarised herself with the rest of the class. Not paying much attention you were spacing out, resting your chin on your palm, tapping away at your cheek.

" Um, hey there"

The voice from the stool next to you spoke. You turned your head to the direction of the voice, being met with warm brown eyes looking right at you. He had soft black hair, eyes slightly puffy as if he hadn't slept well the night before, lips curled up in a slight smile as he looked at you.

"Oh, hello"

you answered, trying not to sound overly shocked at the first human interaction you've had in this new class.

"I'm yoongi, what's your name?"

"I'm y/n, nice to meet you Yoongi"

"So what are your interests? What do you like to do y/n? Any hobbies?"

It definitely took you by surprise when this boy you've never really met before was suddenly making an interest to get to know you more. Something about him felt raw and not shy but in a good way.

"Well i really love listening to music and i do indulge in art as well. Spend most of my time listening to songs while drawing. Draw the mood of the song you know?"

"Damn, haha you sound kinda like me. Not tryna be cheesy or anything but i love listening to music too, I'm shit at drawing tho, i can barely draw a stickman"

Both of you exchanged a little chuckle at his open confession about himself. And even though it had only been a few minutes of words between the two of you, you felt at that moment that he wasn't like the other boys who popped up to talk to you first. This one genuinely seemed interested in you just to make a new friend.

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"Yo y/n you wanna ditch PE and hang out in the library? The new Resident Evil movie came out we can watch"

"You know what, yeah let's yeet"

You don't know how it went from spending lunch times together, to skipping the most boring subjects to hang out and hide. It'd been a few months since you started your new friendship with Yoongi, and by now you were known as the inseparable duo, funny enough both of you became the class representatives. Somehow you two got closer and closer each day, the more you talked the more you felt like you've known each other for years, yet some part of you knew that there was more to Yoongi than he was showing to you.

On a particularly slow day at your classes, you and Yoongi had pre planned to sneak out to hang out at your usual spot in the library. Sitting at the back of the library the both of you laughed at a joke Yoongi made about how almost the whole school shipped the both of you.

"You know y/n, I envy you"

"Oh well, I know I'm fabulous" you playfully said as you flipped your hair back, earning a little grunt and a harmless eye roll from Yoongi.

"It's not that you loonatic, i envy you...cause you have such a nice relationship with your family"

His sudden statement caught you slightly off guard but you gave him a look, clearly eager to know the reason behind his words. Flashing half a smile towards you he starts his story.

"Growing up for me was, well, it was an experience. I grew up under the care of foster parents who constantly reminded me that my parents gave me away cause i was a burden, all my life that's what i was told. Never had a father figure or mother figure to help shape my emotions? Guess that's why I don't show it if I'm sad or depressed, which is actually most of the time"

he looks down at his hands and chuckles softly.

"But you know something y/n? Being with you makes me feel like I could be myself, like I don't have to be afraid of being judged. And that's why I wanted you to know the truth but i understand if you don't wanna get involved or-"

You cut him off by placing your hand on his, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Yoongi, i want you to know that I'll always be here for you and you can talk to me about this anytime okay? You're my best friend now! And I'm hoping I'm yours too?" You ask in a more playful tone making yoongi giggle.

"Of course you are"

"Good! Cause i come in a package deal of crackhead and supportive as well as a no return contract"

"Sounds perfect to me bestie"

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Over 2 years had passed and the whole highschool down to the teachers were sure the two of you were in a relationship, as everyone saw the two of you being practically stuck together almost all the time. Yoongi and your friendship became stronger than ever since that day he decided to open up to you. It became a regular thing where you'd confide in each other for emotional comfort as well as motivation and support. Not missing the fact that your level of crackhead together had become an all time high.

Your finals and exams blasted through and you had spent all your study weeks with Yoongi in the library. As sketchy as it was you and your best friend actually did sincere studying. And as it would, your hard work together paid off earning the both of you high marks in your finals. The two of you didn't miss to make a trademark crackhead scene at the receiving of the scroll ceremony when you accidentally tripped on your shoelace and Yoongi cracked up laughing and clapping before helping you up. The two of you celebrate with drinks and a lot of food that night and Yoongi paid for everything to make it up to you for laughing when you fell.

You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror before heading out to your highschool's hall. It was your graduation party but more importantly to you it was Yoongi's birthday. Coincidentally the two events had fallen on the same day, and what better opportunity than to get dressed up to party at your graduation ceremony together. It had been a heck of a ride these last two years, and you were going to make sure this last school event would be memorable.

Upon arriving you scan around the hall of students in search of the familiar face.

"Looking for me?"

He makes his presence behind you known by clearing his throat. You turn around to give your usual playful comment back but the words were caught in your throat as your gaze landed on your best friend. He was dressed smart, in a suit that looked like it was custom made to fit him, his hair in a side part and bangs neatly framing his face. You were so used to seeing him in his casual hoodies and ripped jeans that seeing him in formal wear made you choke on your words.

Too focused on getting your senses back in check, you don't notice how Yoongi's train of thought was stopped dead in its tracks as he watched you turn around to face him. He never pictured his crackhead of a best friend in something other than t-shirts and track pants. Seeing you in a dress that hugged your figure in all the right places and taking in the sight of you, with your makeup and hair all done to suit the dress you were wearing nearly made him pass out from how he was holding his breath to admire you.

Clearing the silence between the two of you, Yoongi speaks up first.

"Well well, you don't completely look like the satanic spawn of hot cheetos and depression today. You actually look pretty good"

Smirking a little smile you bite back at his comment.

"Well same to you too Mr. I'm a millennial emo teen. You actually look, presentable today"

The two of you exchanged a playful giggle and assumed your seats at your class tables as the ceremony went on.

You don't see the small glances Yoongi takes in your direction, the thoughts gushing through his mind about how you looked at the moment and cursing himself for not realising your features sooner. He admired the way you had chosen to dress up today, seeing the way you had styled your hair so your curls would frame your face, the way you had done your makeup in a more natural looking way that he thought suited you perfectly. Yoongi didn't remember when the unlabeled feelings for you came but the longer he looked at you the more he was starting to put a name to the feelings he had. So much so that he had completely spaced out in his thoughts of you like that he didn't realise you were speaking to him.

" -don't you think so Yoongi?"

"I'm sorry what did you say? The umm, the music is so loud"

"I saaaaiiddd it's beginning to get a little dull at this graduation ceremony, we need a little surprise, don't you think?"

"Surprise?? What kind of surprise?"

Flashing a smile his way you get up and walk towards the front of the hall where the ceremony host was finishing up their ending speech. Whispering into the host's ear, he gives you the microphone and you confidently stride to the front. But you accidentally go too close to the speaker and it lets out an unpleasant squee, making you move back and away a little. You look up and around finding your best friend's eyes looking back at you giggling at the scene that just occured.

"Well that's one way to get everyone's attention" you chuckle earning muffled chuckles and words from the hall.

"So firstly congrats to everyone on graduating y'all did it. But that's not why I'm up here right now. Today is a special day for someone, and since it's the last day we'll all be gathering I wanted to make this memorable for him. So everyone I would like to wish out here, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIN YOONGI"

you started to sing happy birthday and the rest of the hall joined in singing with you.

In all this happening, Yoongi could only focus on you, the way you just boldly got up to sing out loud and wish him Happy Birthday in the most "you" way possible. So he didn't know if it was the moment or if it was his unlabeled feelings overflowing for you, that he got up and walked towards you as the song was ending. He couldn't tell what came over him at that moment but he knew for sure he wasn't going to stop what he was about to do next. Cupping your cheeks in his palms, he leaned in, pressing his soft lips to yours. Kissing you with deep feelings overtaking his mind. The moment his lips touched yours he knew what those unlabeled feelings were, it was Love.

You couldn't process fast enough that your best friend was striding towards you with a goal, a desire. And you surely didn't expect for him to suddenly kiss you. Registering the feeling of his lips on yours, your eyes closed on their own as if on automatic response. You sank into the feeling of his lips, and it was then you felt the spark that ignited your own unlabeled feelings for Yoongi. You had definitely asked yourself countless times before if what you were feeling for Yoongi was more than just friendship. On the countless nights he had cried on your shoulder or when you cried on his, on the many occasions where you were both always partners in crime, you would always glance at Yoongi and wonder what more could there be to the feelings between you.

As the both of you slowly pulled away from each other a roaring sound of cheers erupted as it seemed to be that the two of you were the last ones to know you two were actually in love with each other. Taking your hand in his, Yoongi and you ran out of the hall that night knowing well where the two of you stood from that moment on.

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"No babe I think you should definitely take the opportunity to study there, I know it's far but it'll be really good for you, plus it's something you really like! It'll take some time for you to get used to the new place but i know you'll fit right in. In fact i know your wack ass would stand out"

You giggled at his comment but you wholeheartedly took his motivation and advice. But the question and thoughts still lingered in your mind as you heard Yoongi chuckle on the other end of the phone.

"But Yoongi, this means we'd be in a long distance relationship, with you going off to study in the opposite direction and all. Even our breaks don't match Yoongi.. what'll we do" the worrying tone in your voice didn't go unnoticed by Yoongi as he answered you in a calm reassuring tone.

"It'll take some work, but i know we can get through this okay? We'll make it, we can make it. I love you" you smiled at Yoongi's voice uttering the sweet words of love as you felt yourself calm your thoughts.

"I love you too Yoongi. Well then, keep me company while i pack?"

"You bet"

It had been a few months since you started dating, and honestly it didn't feel any different from when the two of you were in your phase of friendship, everything was going relatively smooth apart from the little fights and misunderstandings you had now that you were a couple. Sometimes you sit to think to yourself if moving into a relationship with Yoongi was the best choice, it would feel as though sometimes he would act differently and not like he always would but you just shake of the thoughts. You just figured with all these future college studies and intakes coming about that he was just as stressed as you were. You assured yourself that the two of you would be alright and that you'll always have each other.

A few more months pass and the two of you have already started your college lives. Yoongi being in a campus almost 8 hours away from you with minimal transport for him to even go home let alone plan to meet you. It was going smoothly, settling into orientation and getting to know the layouts of the campus well, meeting new friends and truly taking in your next step in education. You and Yoongi would exchange day to day text messages about how orientation and the first days of classes went.

All well and good till Yoongi's texts became slower and less frequent, he would always say that he's busy with his friends there, or straight up not giving a response at all. You became more and more fearful at how this long distance thing was going to work out for the two of you.

28th Tuesday

[12:27am] hey Yoongi! I hope you had a great day, I miss you and hope you sleep well, love you!

[08:40am] Hey Babe, good morning! I'm in class now, wishing we could skip like old times haha, hope you have a great day! Text me soon

[6:48pm] Hey i just got back to my dorm after classes, it was super fun! How was your day??

[8:11pm] Yoongi?? Are you okay? Are you busy babe?

[8:24pm] I miss youuuuuuuu :(

[10:16pm] Yoongi :(

You tossed your phone to the side of your bed as you felt your tears well up, why was he suddenly avoiding you? Is he okay?? Did he get hurt? Your thoughts were spiraling, getting messier till you heard the familiar ping from your phone. You scurried to your phone to see Yoongi's name pop up on the screen. Your smile quickly faded, replaced by disappointment at his reply.

[10:43pm] Hey, was busy with friends today, going to bed now ttyl <3

You frowned and wouldn't let him go this time. The days of short texts to unreplied texts and this is how he replies now? In a fit of fury you call him.

"Hello?-"

"Yoongi what's wrong? You haven't been replying to my texts as usual are you okay??"

"Mmh I'm fine, just busy with classes and my new friends y/n"

"Well I can't accept that answer Yoongi, I'm busy with classes and friend's here too but I take the time so why can't you?"

"Hey it's not that big of a deal y/n, we're in new environments now and it'll take me some time to settle in"

"Yoongi surely you have at least 5 minutes a day to text me??"

"Yeah of course I do, I just texted you didn't i?"

"That short ass reply was what you call a text Yoongi? It really sounds like you're avoiding me"

"You know what y/n I don't have time for this right now I'm tired"

"No Yoongi, I haven't talked to you properly in days come on don't you miss me Yoongi?"

"To be honest I've been enjoying the new company here that's I haven't missed you much"

"What do you mean Yoongi? You don't think of me?"

"Not all the time no, i have other things to think about here y/n i have new responsibilities here I can't be thinking about you all the damn time, just be happy I texted you back"

"Are you threatening to not text me anymore Yoongi? Is that what you're saying? You don't wanna talk to me anymore?"

"Oh god for fucks sake y/n stop being so clingy alright? Just grow up a little!"

The sound of his voice in heightened frustration made you choke on your words, you silenced yourself as his words rang loud in your head.

"You know what y/n I don't think this will work out, I'm going to get even busier and this will just be in the way of it all"

"Yoongi…"

"I'm sorry y/n but clearly this distance is proving that we won't work out"

"Are you... breaking up with me Yoongi?.."

The pain in your voice and the soft shaky exhale doesn't go unnoticed by Yoongi. Yoongi takes a deep breath, realising he spoke too fast in frustration. As much as he did feel for you this distance was tearing you apart and Yoongi didn't want to believe it but it was the truth. He spoke softer this time giving his side of his explanation.

"Y/n, you've been nothing but amazing to me, but I realize that we were more compatible as friends, I mean think about it, we've had so many petty fights that we never had before we dated. Our growing college life will further hinder our relationship. I don't want to hurt you like this by not giving you the love and attention you deserve. I'll always love you y/n, just not as more than friends I suppose"

You couldn't believe what was happening right now, your world felt like it was crashing down on you hard and fast, you could feel the sharp stinging in your chest from how your heart was breaking the more reality hit you. Yoongi's words had reason to them, but you were still in a state of confusion. Why could you make time for Yoongi but he couldn't for you? Maybe it's because the two of you are pursuing different fields of studies? Maybe he really had better things to do? Yoongi didn't want to hurt your feelings by making you feel abandoned so he was in fact abandoning you? No? But he said he'll still love you?? Your head was spinning a bunch of thoughts ran through your head.

"Okay Yoongi...if that's what would be the best for us..then okay"

"Don't worry okay? We'll still text as usual, talk when we can okay? I won't let you go, you're still my best friend y/n"

You didn't know if his words would be comforting enough, but at that moment you took what you had and calmed your thoughts for now.

"Okay Yoongi.."

"Good, I have an early schedule tomorrow. I'll talk to you later okay? I'm going to bed now. Goodnight y/n"

"Good night Yoongi"

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As it will, Yoongi and you slowly drifted apart. You would often see his social media updates about how he was actively participating in clubs, and how he had taken up new responsibilities, going to camps and hosting events at his institute and he definitely seemed to be doing well. You on the other hand fell more and more at war with your emotions, it didn't hinder your studies. Thankfully you could keep those two apart. But whenever it got a little too quiet you'd think of him, the days in highschool when you were inseparable. You missed his laugh, his endearing way of calling you the most heinous nicknames. You definitely missed his comforting arms, his words of encouragement when you were down, you wished nothing more that in this moment you were crying to him instead of because of him.

You couldn't believe that you were sitting here, broken and feeling alone by the guy that made his way into your life, and had now made his way out in the most painful way possible. You were left there clueless and confused. Did he do it for you? Was it the right thing? Did he really think of you? Why was this happening? What would have happened if you didn't date? Would things be different? Would your best friend have stayed? All these questions playing through your mind, countless nights you spent crying yourself to sleep. Thinking of how you felt almost betrayed, you cursed at yourself for sending texts to him that were only left on read or replied with a simple "I'm busy, text you later".

Slowly days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months as you hadn't spoken much to Yoongi. You became stone hearted from all that had happened and slowly you got back into yourself. You were more and more active in your college life and you were growing to be better at controlling your emotions. Sure some little things remind you of him now and then, but it was much easier by now to brush his thoughts off. As sadly as your situation was you learned to move with it and not let it consume you. Every now and then you'd see Yoongi piston updates on his progressively active life and you'd feel happy for him, you wondered if he ever felt the same for you when he saw your updates on how well you were doing.

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It had been a total of 4 years since everything happened, you were on a roll and you had graduated college. You had a few job applications pending and you were more stable with your life by now. All the questions you once had were stored in a box collection dust in the far corner of your mind.

It was a relaxing Saturday evening, you were in your apartment lounging on your bed. As you were chatting away with your friends a familiar ping aroused from your phone. The name that popped up on the screen made your heart heavy and you breathing shallow, a true ghost from your past…

"Yoongi 🥀"

Your screen read. Taking a deep breath you opened the chat.

[9:57pm] Hey y/n it's been a long time… are you free tonight? Can I call you?

You didn't know what exactly to think right now. Every cell in your brain telling you not to. That you shouldn't give into him again, and that you should just talk to him over text no matter what it was. But your heart was screaming for him, the familiar feeling of longing for him returning in a massive tsunami, washing over your thoughts. You took a deep breath to centre your thoughts and decided you'd listen to him and talk to him again.

[9:59pm] Hey Yoongi, yeah I'm free to talk.

As soon as the message was read by him, your phone rang. You took one more deep breath and answered the call.

"Hello y/n, how are you?"

You cursed in your head at how much you missed his voice, the way he spoke to you at this moment had a hint of the same longing you had for him.

"Hey..Yoongi, I'm good. How are you?"

"I've been good too.. congratulations on graduating"

"Thanks Yoongi, congratulations on graduating too.."

"Thanks…"

The silence that fell had you both reflecting on everything that happened and how fast it all went by. The box of questions in your mind burst out once again whereas Yoongi on the other hand was feeling guilt and hate towards himself for everything that he put you through. Little did you know that these last few months Yoongi was hit with the hard realisation that he had lost not only his best friend but the person he cared about the most. His family certainly did not improve and the one person who was there for him when he needed it, he had left broken hearted and abruptly once he found a new escape. Yoongi was slowly flooded with memories of you as he neared his own college graduation. He remembered your highschool graduation and how he felt for you there in that moment of time. He spent a few nights crying at the realisation that he had thought of what's best for you but didn't think of how you felt and how he had left things between the two of you.

"Why Yoongi…."

Was all you managed to say out loud before your emotions caved in. Understanding what you were asking he answered.

"I was so caught up in the new environment of growing up and moving on that I did what I thought was the best to not hurt you...but I didn't think far enough that doing so will indeed hurt you.. and I wasn't there for you like i was supposed to. It took a hard hit to my head to realise that I was wrong y/n… you were always there for me and stupidly I made this mistake… I thought i was thinking of the best for both of us, when in fact i was thinking of myself.. I was selfish and I realised that…so many things reminded me of you y/n, the clouds, the sun, the sight of roses, the smell of hot cheetos.."

You giggled a little at his last comment earning a little muffled one from Yoongi.

"I understand if you hate me for what I did to you y/n… and I don't know if it'll ever be the same between us again.. but I'm willing to try to bring back what we had... if you're willing to give me a chance…"

You exhaled softly before letting out everything that you've been feeling.

"I don't hate you Yoongi, I never could and I never will. You're everything to me Yoongi and I was just really hurt by what you did and how you ended things. So many thoughts went through my head and I won't even talk about how much you made me cry….you dipshit" the playful cursing nickname made Yoongi chuckle a little, slowly making him feel reassured at the directions of the conversation.

"I'm willing to give us a chance Yoongi..and you're right, I don't expect it to be the same as what we had, I just hate that I lost my best friend.."

"I know..i understand that..and I'm sorry..for everything"

"It's okay Yoongi, I'm sorry too… maybe I should've been more understanding…"

"Hey… do you.. wanna hang out Tomorrow night?"

"You wanna hang out?"

"Yeah, i wanna see you and catch up with you"

"Sure Yoongi that'd be nice"

"Great!! I'll meet you at the café by our old highschool?"

"Sure Yoongi, sounds great"

"Right then, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow Yoongi"

You could hear the smiles in each other's voices as you both bid goodnight and hung up the phone. You didn't know what it was exactly but you knew just from that phone call that everything was going to be alright. You felt like you breathed much easier now, your mind much lighter. Yoongi felt the same, he was smiling more now filled with the excitement of meeting you again tomorrow after years.

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You made sure to check yourself out in the mirror a few more times before heading towards the café. You had chosen to wear a simple yet stylish outfit, your hair tied back in a low loose ponytail, your short hairs framing your face. You were nervous yet excited to be reunited with your best friend again. And as you approach the café, there he was. Standing outside the door of the café waiting for you. The now slightly more mature looking, dark fluffy haired man, wearing a long black coat was looking just as nervous and excited as he was looking down at his feet.

"I didn't know you needed glasses to see now"

your voice made him turn his head fast in your direction. The moment his gaze landed on you, it felt like highschool all over again. The way you looked standing there, just centimetres away from him. He took in your slightly matured face yet he told himself that you hadn't changed one bit.

"It's official, you're old Yoongi"

He chuckled and playfully scoffed at your comment.

"Well at least i don't dress like the satanic spawn of depression and hot cheetos"

"Sure thing Mr. I'm still a millennial emo teen"

The two of you laughed, and the world seemed to slow down. The feeling that nothing ever really changed between the two of you was knowing, however this time something felt entirely different. Both of you could feel it for sure. It was the feeling of a bond stronger than both friendship and love. You didn't know what the feeling was exactly, all that you knew was that you're never losing each other again. All this while you've been sitting there watching the feelings you had burn and crash in the worst way possible, but today right here at this café, right in front of your eyes you watched everything Begin Again.

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ok ficlet prompt: tomgreg coffeeshop au but Tom is the barista and he's a total bitch about it. up to you whether this is a) an au where they don't know each other at all or b) post season 2 au where tom is on the outs. basically i just think it'd be funny to see tom forced into doing menial labor and taking it out on customer!greg by belittling his order. if you hate this, you never saw it lol

fsdgfgfdhs I feel like I didn’t get much snarkiness in there and I’m not sure if 1k+ words can still be called a ficlet, but here we go!

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Tom doesn’t normally pay attention to customers. Sure, some of them you get used to when you’re seeing their miserable faces day in, day out, and for an even smaller percentage you remember their orders and sometimes, if you’re feeling particularly generous (or bored, either works), you let the ones who look like they’re about to cry skip the queue, but for the most part the hundreds of faces he sees each day blend together.

Hard, though, for a face to blend in with the others when it’s a foot above everyone else in the store.

It’s eleven in the morning and the rush is on, but every time Tom looks up from the till or coffee machine his eyes automatically dart to where this guy is standing in the queue, just briefly before he gets back to what he was doing.

When the guy gets to the front of the line, he smiles and says “hey, how are you?”, and for the first time in his years in this job Tom smiles back.

Then he goes and ruins it all by ordering a skim milk vanilla mocha latte with, and this is a direct quote “some kinda sprinkle things?”. Asshole.

 *

 He comes back the next day, in mid-afternoon when it’s quieter and Tom’s the only one behind the bar (and thank god for that, because after he’d left yesterday Tom had got honest to god wolf-whistles from the others).

“Hi,” he greets, still with that carefree smile. He tucks a piece of hair behind his ear. “How’re ya doing?”

“I’m great,” lies Tom. “What’ll it be?”

“Um, an iced almond-milk macchiato with, like, do you have some caramel? Like a lot of caramel?”

This guy had better not become a fucking regular.

 *

 He becomes a regular. Every day for a week, and never at the same time, he comes in and orders a new, somehow even more ridiculous drink than the one before. It’s infuriating.

Still, Tom can’t help but notice things about him. His hair needs a cut, he’s carrying a backpack that needs to be thrown out, like, ten years ago, and his suits are cheap but if Tom knows his shoes – and he does know his shoes – he’s wearing a pair of Crockett & Jones oxfords.

A line has to be drawn somewhere. Luckily, the guy draws the line himself when he comes in one day, 10pm, and asks for a cappuccino with four shots of espresso.

“Absolutely not.”

“What, why?”

Tom cocks his head, frowning. “Because you would have a heart attack, that’s why, and I don’t feel like dealing with a lawsuit.”

“No, it’s fine, I’ve had it before, actually, so.”

“Then get it somewhere else.” Tom waves a hand towards the door when the guy doesn’t move, just stands there with his eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. “Shoo!”

 *

 He comes back the next day, orders himself a herbal tea, and introduces himself as Greg. Weird and unnecessary, as far as apologies go, but whatever.

 *

 Greg starts ordering normal drinks. Tom keeps on making ridiculous sugary crimes against humanity for him, and then telling him he’ll get diabetes when he accepts them. This is not flirting.

Greg starts staying to sit and drink in the café, rather than rush out. Sometimes he reads the newspaper, sometimes he flicks through paperwork. Sometimes Tom gives him one of the day-old cookies that are normally claimed by staff. This is still not flirting.

One day, there’s snow and no customers, and Greg says “hey, Tom, why don’t you sit with me for a bit?”, and Tom does.

They sit in silence for a couple of minutes, each sipping at their respective drinks, and then Greg asks “so you been working here long?”

“Couple of years,” Tom replies. “Came into some money, saw the storefront for sale, thought ‘why the fuck not’, right?”

He’s gotten very good at keeping this part vague. The money had come wrapped in the neat little bow of ‘redundancy package’, when in reality it was hush money in response to the breakup and the breakdown and the subsequent NDAs.

It’s not what Tom thought his life would be. It kinda sucks, actually, but whatever.

“Oh!” Greg says, again with those wide eyes of his. “I – I didn’t know you owned it, um, sorry? If I offended you?”

Tom waves it off. “New to the city?”

“Ha, yeah,” Greg says, smiling into his cup. “How could you tell?”

Everything about you, Tom wants to say. “You’ve just got a vibe,” he says instead.

A customer walks in, and the conversation is cut short.

 *

 This keeps happening. It’s like Greg knows when Tom won’t be busy, and he chooses those exact times to show up. It’s annoying, really. He’s annoying. And Tom isn’t flirting.

A couple of months later Greg walks in during the mid-morning rush with another, significantly shorter (not that it’s hard), man in tow.

Tom takes one look at him, unties his apron, and walks into the back room.

Kendall fucking Roy.

Of all the coffee shops in all of Manhattan, he had to come into Tom’s. Of all the customers in all the coffee shops in all of Manhattan, Tom had to befriend the one guy who just happened to know his ex-future-brother-in-law.

He stays back there until he hears Greg’s voice disappear out the door again.

 *

 “I brought my cousin by here yesterday, told him it was the best coffee in the city.”

The next day, Greg is back at his normal time and is sitting in his normal seat. Tom is reluctantly sitting across from him.

Cousins, jesus fucking christ, it keeps getting worse.

Also, Tom’s coffee is only okay. Greg should probably try some new cafes.

“And what did he think?”

Greg shrugs. “I don’t know, he said it was only okay. He also saw you walk into the back? Said ‘hey I know that guy’?”

“I used to work at Waystar Royco.”

Greg smiles incredulously. “No way! That’s where I work too!”

“Mm, nothing like a good bit of nepotism in the workplace, is there?” Tom bites out. But it’s not like he’s bitter, or anything. That would be hypocritical.

“Oh, ha, I guess.” Greg shifts awkwardly in his seat, like he’s worried Tom will think less of him. “So you used to work together?”

“Used to be engaged to his sister, too.”

Greg doesn’t drop his cup, but it’s a near thing. He gapes at Tom. “You’re Tom Tom?”

Whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean. He wonders what they’ve been saying about him, whether Greg’s important enough to know the real story or if he got the version they feed their friends and colleagues.

Not that it matters, because there’s no way Greg’s coming back after this. There’s no way Tom would want him to come back.

“I think you’re done, Greg. I’ll clear up your cup.”

Greg looks like he’s going to say something, but Tom walks away and doesn’t look at him until he leaves.

 *

 Against all odds, he comes back the next day. And the next.

[moonxvxsun]

What about Lelani, Kai and Avi? It'd be interesting if the two of them have to deal with period cramps (considering they're afab) simultaneously and he has to take care of them both! :D

i love this so much thank you so much love

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Lelani was at work, her shift had just started about an hour ago but something felt wrong. She had been awful at taking her birth control recently, she had been so focused on work and art that the fact she was on the pill had just slipped her mind. But right now was all the reminder she needed, she was standing behind the counter, no one was currently there; thankfully. She quickly pulled out her phone to text Avi.

Avi, I just got my period at work, can you please bring me something?

Of course, be there soon.

Avi sent a message back to Lelani, though they were masculine and didn't use she / her pronouns they still got their period because they were born female. They had been laying in bed all day, they didn't have the energy to go to class today because of how awful they felt. No one else in their home knew though because their classes started after Lelani went to work and Kai had a business meeting earlier. Despite the amount of pain they were in due to their period starting, they knew they had to go give stuff to Lelani.

Actually, I'm feeling really sick. My boss is letting me come home. Thank you though.

Lelani sent the message, their stomach was cramping terribly. They didn't wait for a text back from Avi before they hurried out of the cafe and back home. Both Avi and Lelani had terrible periods, there was a time a few months ago when Avi passed out from the pain, and that same month when Lelani got hers, she was getting sick for two days.

Luckily for all of them, they usually didn't have their periods at the same time. But of course this month they seemed to be in sync. Kai had just started their relationship with Lelani and Avi and hasn't had to take care of them during their periods before. He was in for a rough few days.

"I'm home..." Lelani said weakly as they opened the door, they looked pale and weak.

"I'm in our room and Kai is at a meeting," Avi yelled back but something was different in their voice. Lelani didn't bother to respond, they just walked into the bathroom to place a tampon in before grabbing the heat pad and going to join Lelani in the bedroom, but the heat pad wasn't there.

"Lelani...why are you home?" It had just to occurred to her that they shouldn't be home.

"Period." That was all they said weakly and lifted the blanket to show off the heat pad placed on their lower stomach. "I see ours are synced..."

Lelani just nodded in sympathy knowing that Avi also got terrible periods. She just grabbed the garbage by the door and joined Lelani on the bed.

"Are you feeling sick?" Lelani nodded and just sat up, her stomach gurgling as if to confirm how nauseous she felt. After a few minutes she began to deteriorate, muffling burps into her fist.

"God...my stomach..." Avi mumbled and sat up slowly. "Can-" They started before grabbing the bucket from Lani and immediately gagging. They hadn't eaten much, but what they did eat for breakfast was coming back up barely digested. "God..." They said softly as they coughed. Their stomach was cramping and there was saliva hanging from their mouth.

Lelani knew it wasn't too long before she was going to get sick, she could feel her breakfast rising in her throat. "I-I'm calling Kai..."

Kai, I'm sorry-... they burped into the phone, turning red from embarrassment. Avi and I...have our periods and we're-

She quickly pulled the phone away from her face dropping it on the bed and stealing the bucket from Avi and without a second to waste her breakfast was coming back up. However, this wasn't as easy as Avi, Lelani had eaten much more.

Her stomach was killing her, and the food just wasn't coming back up. No matter what she did after that first wave, she felt miserable. She was gagging and coughing over the bin but nothing would come up. She picked the phone back up to finish talking with Kai but Kai was panicking on the other end.

I'm coming now.

Once Kai arrived home he could hear retching coming from the bathroom. He hurried upstairs and found Lelani throwing up into the toilet. "Oh, Lani..." He said softly, but the younger just burst into tears. Once she was done she took a piece of toilet paper and wiped her mouth before turning around and collapsing into Kai's arms.

"Kai, it hurts so bad...my tummy hurts..." She cried and burped softly. "I wanna lay down... it hurts so bad."

"Okay, okay, let me carry you back to bed and I'll rub your tummy and you can try and sleep, okay? Where's Avi?"

"Bed..." Lelani said softly as Kai picked her up and carried her to bed. However, the scene got worse when he walked into the bedroom and saw Avi. Avi was laying on the bed, on their stomach hanging half off, with saliva dripping from their mouth into the garbage can on the floor.

Kai was at a loss for what to do. He laid Lelani down on the bed but she was still bawling and holding her stomach in pain. he wanted to focus on both but it was just so difficult. "Avi! Are you okay?"

Kai hurried over to Avi who just threw up into the garbage, or mostly. Their whole body jerked and they weren't moving. "Avi, Avi?" Kai sat them up and leaned them against the headboard. "Are you okay, what can I do?"

"I feel sick..." They moaned weakly, "And cold."

"Are you both empty?" Kai asked and they both nodded slowly, that was a good sign. He sat down in the middle of the bed and pulled both of them close to him.

"Come here my loves," He placed a hand on each of their lower stomachs and rubbed them gently as they both cuddled up to him.

"Can you guys try and sleep, when you wake up I can go get you guys some medicine." They both nodded, they were in a lot of pain but they didn't want to try any medicine now anyway, afraid it wouldn't stay down and they already had the best medicine, Kai's cuddles, and love.

"My wonderful loves," Kai smiled as he felt their breathing calm down which meant they were falling asleep. Kai was in for a rough couple of days but he didn't care. If anything he felt lucky that he got to take care of both of these amazing humans.

Kai had so many failed relationships never being able to find the perfect person, but now he had found two perfect people. He felt so lucky that he had the most amazing people in his life and that he was welcomed with open arms into a two-year-long relationship. He never felt like an outsider, he found his people. And if he had to deal with their synced periods, it was something he was happy to do to keep his people happy and by his side.

"Rest well my lovies," Kai smiled as he continued to rub their lower stomachs as they slept.