Bts imagines PT.3

Suga

He had to be up to something even more devious.

Even after the movie, in the dim-lit restaurant he picked for us to enjoy an evening meal together, I was expecting something. Perhaps he would challenge me to a match of footsies, rubbing his his foot up my leg as far as he could reach from his seat across from me, looking around innocently as if he was not up to something underneath the table cloth. He could've tried to loosen my stiff demeanor with a little wine, watching as my guard went down as my logic and reasoning drowned in the alcohol, now easily detectable on my breath, as well as the sweet taste of the grapes fermented for years to bring out their taste and also the hearty and savory taste of veal and the starchy yet buttery taste of a baked potato.

Why wasn't he trying anything?

Not even in the cab drive home did he try anything, where he could've let the alcohol cloud his own logic as he brought his mouth dangerously close to my neck, whispering empty promises into my ear, slurred but condescending nonetheless. Instead, he asked me if I had a good time, which I replied to with plain "yes" before the taxi pulled up to my apartment complex. Yoongi insisted on walking me up to my door, walking in with me and following me up on the elevator as if he was my own personal bodyguard, his only mission in life to protect my body with his own in a state of panic.

I was expecting even then, however, for him to make an approach on me. Maybe corner me in the elevator once he felt we were truly alone, using his arms to block any way for me to escape him, though I would have no real place to run in the metal box.

But he didn't.

Even then, when I was my most vulnerable and susceptible to his strength, he didn't give me any reason to fear him, any reason for me to dig through my bag for anything I could use as a weapon against him. Instead, he calmly and happily escorted me to my front door. I had to ask him.

"Why didn't you try anything?"

Yoongi looked at me with a puzzled look on his face, replying "Why would I?"

The question infuriated it more than it should've, and in response I hastily opened my front door and stepped into my apartment, but Yoongi followed in, being sure to take off his shoes as courtesy to not dirtying my wooden floors and area rugs.

I turned on my heel when I heard his calling out my name, beckoning me to answer his question. So I did.

"Because there's no other reason for you to be this nice to me if you weren't in it for anything else."

Yoongi looked a little hurt by hearing me expose his true reasons for inviting me out today. Despite what was the truth, he answered differently.

"I had no intention of doing anything like that."

Liar. Why wouldn't he?

"Why wouldn't you? You were dared to do this weren't you? It was one of the boys wasn't it? Probably Jimin."

Yoongi shook his head, "No, this was completely my decision."

Liar.

"Okay, so then is your reason for taking me out tonight?"

"Because I like you."

"LIAR!" I screeched, the word escaping my lips quicker than I can even think about it, but I didn't back down from my accusation, tears brimming my eyes as the rage flowed through my body, "You were just hoping to get lucky."

"Never. I really like you Y/N-ah. I just wanted to take you out on a nice date, show you how much I really like you."

"Liar! You're such a liar!" I yelled, walking away from his smooth-talking voice, but it followed me, still trying to beckon me.

"I'm not lying! Why would I go through all this work to try to make you happy? Y/N-ah, why is it so hard for you to accept my love?"

"BECAUSE NO ONE WOULD EVER LOVE ME!"

Yoongi fell silent, watching as my body heaved as I breathed heavily, trying to push back the tears threatening to spill and remain stable on my feet, but both my emotions and my muscles betrayed me, and I collapsed into a puddle of tears in front of him, leaning on the coffee table to support me.

Yoongi could've left then, given up on me and never spoke to me again. He could've gotten mad and said I was "foolish" and "not worth his time", grabbed his shoes and slammed the door behind him. He could've ripped my heart out right then and there, crushing it and watching the blood stain his skin, symbolically of course.

Be he didn't.

Instead, he leaned next to my crumpled body, rubbed my back gently as he pulled me into a secure hug. He didn't whisper harsh words to tear me down more, but instead reassuring words like "it's okay" and "I'm here" as he waited for me to finish spilling out my heart onto the floor, soaking his shirt with my tears.

When I finally could breathe without feeling I would burst into another fit of wails, he lifted my head gently so that I was looking at him, and he smiled warmly as he wiped y cheeks dry with his thumbs.

"I love you Y/N-ah. Nothing will ever change that."

He could've taken back his words in that moment, stating it was "just a joke" before laughing in my face and teasing my weeping. He had another clear opportunity to crush me further into the dirt, confirming my thoughts of worthlessness.

But he didn't.

Instead, he slammed his lips onto mine, grasping my cheeks firmly. His lips were soft and supple, and his kiss explained his longing to have me understand what he was saying to me all this time, and believe it.

And I did.

For the first time in my life, I felt loved, and it didn't feel weird. I didn't want to recoil in disgust, more with the thought of someone loving me and wanting to commit themselves to me and only me. Instead, I welcomed the feeling of butterflies in my stomach, the tingling of my limbs as the electricity pulsed through my body, the course of this being Yoongi's soft lips.

He looked over my face, and in that moment I knew. I knew everything he said was the truth, and the real liar was me. And I knew then and there my days of lying to myself were over.

No one likes liars after all.