#min yoongi.yoongi fic

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Open the eyes ( of my heart) ( Min Yoongi / Oc.

Au : Yoongi marries his brothers fiance when his brother makes a better match. He thinks Y/N is still in love with his brother .

this was for the anon who wanted me to write a fluffy Yoongi... 

Rating : M for now. 

I know, i know i shouldn’t be starting another fic but this one just wrote itself.?? 

Prologue : 

Yoongi  watched her covertly, the slender frame draped in ivory silk and lace, her hair braided with tiny white flowers that looked like miniature stars in her ebony hair. She was smiling for everyone's benefit, but he'd spent a long time memorizing those features. He could pick out the slight tilt in her smile, the little sheen of unshed tears and the nervous way she clutched her wedding gown. It made him angry and helpless , the evidence of how much she did not want to be here . With him. 

Her mother stood near a pillar, looking a little out of place and nervous in the gathering of the most rich and famous people in Korea.He smiled softly and moved towards her, confident of being accepted by the kind woman who pretty much personified his idea of perfect mothers. True to form , she smiled wide and held out a hand, pointing softly at the path leading to the gardens. He nodded , even though he was technically running out of his own wedding. Taking her arm in his, he led her to the enclosed lawn, leading her to one of the gazebos. 

"Your daughter is so beautiful. I'm lucky to marry her." He said honestly, bending to fit his his tall frame under the awning. She smiled and fumbled with the small purse in her hand, pulling out a small notepad and pen.Yoongi watched her scribble into the white surface and read it carefully when she held it out. 

She is the lucky one.

He laughed out loud.

"You may be the first mother in law , in history to ever say that." He said , reaching out to squeeze her hand. She stayed quiet for a few seconds, looking at him with searching brown eyes. He watched the way her feelings played out in her eyes and realized that this was why Y/N was so easy to read. She had been brought up by this incredible , loving giving woman, who wore her heart on her sleeve and the trait had transferred on to her. She could never be untrue to what she truly felt. Which made the whole marriage ahead of him, that much harder. He was abysmal at doing things right and now that some odd twist of fate was offering him a second chance with her, he did not want to screw it up.

She's not happy.

"I love your daughter very much.I'm sorry things worked out this way , but you must believe I did everything I could to set things right." He said,  feeling oddly defensive. She bowed her head in response.

She is very fond of you. Old friends are old friends. 

Yes, Friends. That magical word. He didn't do friends. Especially not with girls who set his nerves on fire. Friendships made you liable. And he'd learned the hard way that liabilities pretty much had a way of teaming together and kicking your ass when you least expected it. Case in point, his forced marriage to  Y/N. 

"She's kind. Kind enough not to kill me on our wedding night maybe. But I'm not putting my hopes up. She does love someone else after all. " He said, only marginally kidding. Even though technically it wasn't his fault that they were in this situation, he doubted if Y/N would see it that way. And he couldn't really blame her.

You believe she loves your brother. 

The words, on paper had a sort of ringing finality to them, making it difficult for him to breathe. He didn't want to see those words written down. Definitely not on his wedding day. He moved to leave but her slender fingers closed on his wrist, tugging insistently. He turned around and blinked.

Don't give up on her. 

That made him smile mirthlessly.

He thought of the ceremony he'd just attended, of the gifts and overflowing wine . The deals that had been signed, the shares that had changed hands and the entire Korean economy that had taken a turn with it. Not to mention the lives that were hanging on the hinge of this marriage. 

Giving up wasn't really an option. 

~~~~~

"The moon looks lovely tonight." 

He blinked at the sound of her voice, momentarily unsure ,  if he was imagining it. He clearly hadn't expected me to come looking for him. Certainly not to the balcony of our wedding night suite. He had discreetly informed his assistant to prepare a separate room for me in the opposite wing. He's also asked a reluctant hoseok to pass on the information to Y/N. 

Yet, here she was, dressed in a laughable excuse for a gown, with more lace and ribbons than he'd care to untie. Not that he was thinking of untying them. Of Course. 

"Did you have trouble finding your room? I can ask someone to take you-"

"I wanted to give you something." She said, hesitating a bit to come closer. He found it oddly endearing , helping her out by shrugging out of his suit jacket and handing it to her. She shook her head and hugged her arms across herself instead. 

"Could you.. could you come inside?"

Curious , he followed her into the suite, noting the way she discreetly led him away from the bedroom and near the sitting room. She chose a single arm chair and settled down, still looking like a startled rabbit. He took pity on her and sat a good ten feet away. 

"This is something that's been in my family for several generations." She said softly, fumbling with the small pocket in her gown and withdrawing a velvet covered ring box. He blinked in disbelief. 

"Wait, is that..."

"Its an infinity ring. It belonged to my great great grandmother and well, she got it from a young boy she fell in love with when she was a little girl."

"Not your great great grandfather?"

"Not my great great grandfather. She carried it till the day she died, wearing it in a little necklace . " She fumbled again and this time drew out a platinum chain with a small catch.

"I don't think..."

"I want you to have it , because of two reasons. One, You are my husband and I meant those vows I said out there. I cannot promise you love Yoongi, but I will be faithful, loyal and I will respect you. I'll be your friend. Two, I want you to look at this ring everytime you get tempted to do something that may jeapordize our ...friendship. I married you because I had to. But that doesn't mean I won't leave you when I want to." She said firmly.

He blinked at the words .

"Wow, an ultimatum. You know, all I heard in that speech is that you don't want to leave me, now." He grinned.

She didn't smile back.

Sighing, he held out a hand, watching the ring catch the light as she dropped it into his palm. He took it and slipped it into his pant pocket , waching as she moved to leave. Near the door, she paused to turn and look at him.    

"So friends?" She asked, smiling lightly.

"Of Course. Old friends are old friends.." He said , enjoying the way the light set her hair glowing.

chapter one : 

Tiger Lilies stand for Pride and Wealth. The one's born with the pleasure of power in their hands, but bear the weight of the crown on their heads.

I woke up sweating, icy fingers squeezing my throat and my tongue as dry as sandpaper. Water. I needed water. There was a cut glass decanter of it, next to my bedside table and I poured myself a glass, taking a generous sip and trying to remember what had made my return to consciousness so suddenly. What had I been dreaming about? 

The answer came to me in disjointed images .

Yunsu.

Yoongi.

my mother.

my sister.

Shaking my head to clear the haze and taking another quick gulp of the cool water , I swung my legs off the bed, rising up to stand in the middle of the room. The air was stifling, I realized , although it was almost mid winter. Stifling but cold , and I felt myself shiver as an errant breeze swept past me, courtesy the window that had somehow slid open during the night. Moving to the window, I hesitated, staring out into the darkness. my room overlooked the river and even in the darkness the steady ebb and flow of the water was clearly visible. Each gentle wave caught some invisible source of light and twinkled merrily .

It was calming, watching the water but it also left my mind free to ponder about things that I didn't really want to think about . Not yet. Maybe it wasn't healthy to stifle down painful emotions but the thought of confronting all the pain, disappointment and hurt that was simmering just below the surface of my heart, was nothing short of terrifying. I didn't want to be the girl who suffered a nervous break-down on the night of her marriage. I really didn't. Turning away from the window, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror near the dresser and I sighed. 

I had lost a lot of weight in the two or three weeks leading up to my wedding and despite the endless spa appointments and massages and treatments, the gauntness in my face was clear to see. my cheeks were thinner, the area around my eyes looked a little grayish and the pallor of my skin looked decidedly unhealthy. Only my hair had somehow stayed unaffected, looking glossy and healthy with a extra bounce and shine. The tips fell past my back now, almost touching my waistline. I had never been fond of over long hair but I liked this new look. It was so easy to hide behind long hair. 

Despite myself I felt myself remembering the day everything had changed.

 I had been so eager to get my hair styled for the press conference. The one that would announce me as Yunsu 's future bride. What had happened that day, I thought wildly...Everything had been going so smoothly..... And then ...

"You're awake?" 

the voice jolted me out of my thoughts and I took two steps back, fingers moving to my mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to burst out of me. Yoongi stood at the door, his lean frame effectively filling the entire doorframe. 

"I... What are you doing here?" I blinked at him. To my discomfort, he stepped in, lightly closing the door behind himself. I stared at him beseechingly , not entirely sure I wanted to know what he was up to.

"Don't be upset. I just got news that some paparazzi might still be in the building and well, it would be bad news if they caught us coming out of opposite ends of the hotel after our wedding night. I'll sleep on the couch, so you needn't worry." He said casually, already moving to the small couch in the corner of the suite. I could only stare in disbelief. 

"Paparazzi? If they're in the hotel, why aren't you kicking them out?" I said , confused. 

"Well, it's a little past one in the morning, honey. I don't think it would be fair to the other guests if I went around demanding to check all the rooms . " He said it with an amused tint to his tone. I flushed and looked away. I wasn't even sure how I felt about this. I knew my mind wanted to feel furious  but I was too exhausted to feel anything but tired. 

As I stood there, uncertain what to do, I noticed that he was twice as long as the couch and it made me want to laugh. Shaking my head , I walked over to him and lightly prodded his shoulders. He peered over his comforter .

"You can sleep in the bed with me. It's big enough for both of us." I said calmly. It was true. I didn't feel anything for him other than than friendly affection and I certainly didn't want him to sleep on that minuscule couch when he was technically the owner of the entire building. 

To my surprise he gave me a heart stopping grin, before jumping up and walking over to the bed in two long strides. Before I could say another word he had settled in, pulled the blanket over himself and turned away from me. I glanced at his back, noting the lean lines and realized that I wasn't the only one who had lost weight. Yoongi looked thin as well, his lean waist and broad shoulders offsetting the stark pallor of his face .

Smiling despite myself, I slid into the opposite side of my bed. I didn't really blame him for all the things that had happened. Not really. Of course, he could've stopped the marriage if he wanted to but I knew, deep down that it didn't work that way in real life. Cinderella stories were all good in books and dramas but in real life people had a way of choosing the easy way out. Not that I thought Yunsu had chosen the easy way out by marrying someone else but.... 

Sighing I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I didn't want to spend another sleepless night going over the same things over and over again.

I had married Yoongi.

By choice.

Even though his father had given my father an ultimatum about it, deep down I knew I would have agreed anyway.

I had felt...something for Yoongi, watching him struggling to get his feet back on the ground after the accident and knowing that I could help him out , I had made the decision. I had told myself a billion times that I wouldn't regret it. That I would do my best to make it work, because...well because Yoongi deserved it. 

We may not love each other but there was no reason we shouldn't have a civil marriage , based on friendship and mutual respect. 

And a small part of me had wanted to get back at Yunsu as well. 

I turned away to the wall, staring sightlessly at the paintings on the wall, feeling the first gentle tug of sleep on my senses when his smooth, deep voice came drifting over. 

"Do you hate me , Y/N?" he asked, gently. 

The words felt like a dousing of cold water and I felt chilled to my bones. Hate was such a strong and evil thing to feel and I realized with a shock that I felt stupidly, ridiculously hurt that he would think me capable of something like that. 

"Why would you think that? I've done nothing but agree to all your requests" my voice trembled a little. 

"That's precisely why I'm asking." He replied .

I bit my lips , not sure what to say and finally gave up trying to do the right thing. 

"I'm not happy." I admitted weakly. 

Silence greeted my words and another cold breeze picked up somewhere. I hugged myself tighter and waited for him to reply. The silence felt oddly suffocating and I felt like a drowning child. So I rushed to fill the air.

"I'm not an idiot, you know. I know that fairytales don't exist in real life. I know its irrational for me to think that Yunsu could just throw it all away for me. And i certainly don't stay up nights wishing he had fought for me a little harder.." The words caught in my throat and I swallowed the sob that rose inside my.

I couldn't cry! Not in front of him. 

"Is that how you see yourself?" He said softly. 

"Don't you?" I said helplessly. I was so tired and so exhausted. I wanted to sleep and never wake up. 

Again the silence , hard and cold. 

and then I went stiff as a board when I felt his arm around me, pulling me close till I was nestled against his chest, warmth radiating from every inch of him as his jaw rested against the side of my head.

"When I look at you I see a girl who has hair like silk, that tumbles down my back in ways that defy all laws of nature. I only see that warm glow on your face, the way it seems to reflect all the warmth and kindness inside you. when I look at you, sometimes , I'm practically consumed by the savage, mindless, visceral yearning. It makes me want to draw you close and do something positively savage to you." His hot breath brushed my ear and I knew I'd skipped a couple of heartbeats. 

But he wasn't finished. 

"I admire your fierce loyalty to your mom and sister and your brave resourceful spirit. I'm driven wild, knowing that somewhere inside you is some untapped well of passion and heat and desire that no one has touched yet. And i want it. Desperately. Like a man dying of thirst needs water. And I want it all for myself. " He said, brushing his lips across my bow. 

Before I could reply, he moved away from me, getting out of bed in one strong movement. 

"This isn't going to work. I'll take the couch in the sitting room." 

And he went out of the room, lightly closing the door behind him. 

"These are too much!" I protested, wide eyed and shocked at the number of dresses littering the couch in front of me. Shades of blue, green and yellow lay scattered all over , their patterns muted and depressing. 

" You're not a nobody. you're the wife of a successful, wealthy businessman. Your duty to your husband extends to your wardrobe. When you appear in public, embarrassing Yoongi shouldn't be an option." Mrs. Min said in a matter-of-fact tone. I struggled not to take offense. I knew that the lady was just being honest. 

Next to  her,  Yoongi's sister, Yoojin looked bored and impatient. My sister glanced at both the ladies and suddenly grabbed my arm. 

"Mrs . Min can we please continue after lunch?" she said brusquely, ignoring the older lady's protests and grabbing my wrist in a painful grip. i barely bowed before being dragged out of the shop while an angry Mrs. Lee called out after us. 

My sister stopped near a small icecream parlor before releasing me.

"what are you doing? " 

"There's something I need to ask you." she said eagerly.

i blinked.

" Do you intend to stay married to Yoongi  forever? Have you forgotten Yunsu." she said urgently. I moved back and glared at her.

"I don't see how you could think something like that!! " I said seriously. 

" Yunsu is thinking of dissolving his marriage." 

Ringing silence met her words and I felt the world tilt on its axis.

"what?" I whispered.

"I wasn't planning on telling this to you. I care for Yunsu and You. And ultimately i do believe that you and Yunsu have something...special. I wouldn't want you guys  to live a miserable life because of the people around you."she said bitterly. 

"You think I can get out of this marriage?" I shook my head . It made no sense to me. 

"I think you're both idiots who believe in doing the right thing even if it means crushing your own dreams. I don't find your actions heroic. If you love someone, if being with someone makes you happy, you should be with them. Yunsu's wife makes even Mrs. Min look like a Disney princess by comparison and I'm not saying it will be easy. But you need to think about this. If you are willing to put everything on the line for Yunsu. think about it."

I made to move away but Eun Sang quickly grabbed my wrist. 

"What are you talking about? You sound insane. I'm married and Yunsu's married.. what could possibly change?" I said, confused. And hopeful. The thought of being with yunsu made me giddy with relief for so many reasons. Yunsu was so familiar, so sweet and so good to me. 

So unlike Yoongi who made my breath stop and my heart pound. 

"He wanted me to tell you he's working on a plan. " she muttered , reluctantly. 

"Did he say he wanted to meet me?" I said urgently. 

Bona looked thoughtful and then shook her head.

"not now. Next week, there's a charity Gala for my mother's NGO. I think Yunsuand his wife will visit then. Just make sure you accompany Yoongi when he comes. I'll find a way to make you two meet. "

"Next week?" 

"Next Week."

Guilt washed over me as I accepted the rest of the shopping, trying on outfits and even picking one out for the supposed Gala. I couldn't help but feel that Yoongi would be crushed if he found out my reason for wanting to attend. But I knew that it was immaterial.Yoongi knew about me and Yunsu. He may be infatuated with me now, but he deserved to be married to a girl who could return his love.

Not a girl who loved someone else. 

So really I was doing him a favor. 

Author's note. : comments are really welcome!! i really love it when you guys come talk to me about what you thought ....