Forgetting • Min Yoongi x Reader

-viii.

You weren't the first one I saw.

But you'll be the last.

That doesn't make it okay, though, does it?

Because even if you're the last thing I see, I won't even recognize who I'll be looking at, at that point.

🐘🐘🐘

"I'm looking for someone," (Y/n) said.

Yoongi paused on the stairs, not wanting to intrude. (Y/n) ignored the phone most of the time now. When it rang, she would just look at it and then back at whatever she was doing. If she noticed it at all. But she'd taken to calling other people frequently, only when she got in one of her moods though. Not a bad mood. Just a weird mood, like there was some unexplained urgency and she needed to accomplish whatever it was she wanted to do.

"Yes. Can you tell me if he is there right now?" she asked, pausing, waiting as she listened to the person on the other end of the line. "Yes. Youngjae. He works there part-time. Or he used to. Is he there right now?"

Another long pause.

"Oh." (Y/n) sighed, long and forlorn. "All right. I see. When is his next shift?" Another pause. "All right. I'll call back then, if that's okay?" A pause. "All right. Thank you very much. Goodbye."

Yoongi leaned his head against the rail. She was in one of those moods.

There wasn't anything he could do because he wasn't the person she wanted just then. She wanted someone else with a name that was sort of like his but not really that much at all.

She did this every now and then, though. Her calls were growing more frequent. Sometimes, she would call three times in one day.

The cafe worker was always polite, though. Yoongi had stopped by on several occasions since quitting to explain that (Y/n) might call. He'd had to explain her condition, of course. He'd felt sick, but the person working that shift had been very kind, too kind really, and had said that they understood and that it wasn't a problem at all.

And it wasn't. Every time (Y/n) called, asking for Youngjae, the worker on shift was always instructed to be extra nice and say that Youngjae wasn't working right now, but she could call back later if she wanted. If (Y/n) asked when his next shift was, the answer was always "tomorrow." Yoongi knew every word of the script because he'd helped write the script. It was taped next to the cafe phone so whenever (Y/n) called, the nearest worker just had to read the lines.

Hello, how may I help you?

You're looking for someone? Does he work here?

Sure thing. Can you tell me his name?

Sorry, there isn't any Youngjae working right now.

Let's see... (pause) It looks like he's working tomorrow, according to the shift schedule.

Yes, you can call back, no problem.

Goodbye and have a nice day.

Some people would call it a deception. Some people would call it a lie.

Yoongi thought of it as a necessity. It was for (Y/n)'s safety, and he would lie to (Y/n) about anything if it kept her safe and healthy.

But he knew that (Y/n) wouldn't be able to use the phone soon. Her doctor had told him as much, that her basic motor skills would decline and that her hands would start shaking and that typing in numbers on a phone would be too difficult for (Y/n) and that she would stop doing it altogether.

So there was a silver lining to the cloud, right?

Yoongi didn't see any silver lining to much of anything anymore.

He knocked quietly and opened the door.

(Y/n) looked up from the bed, her face wearing a mask of guilt, but she hid it quickly. But the phone was on the table next to her, and she couldn't hide that.

"Ready for breakfast?" Yoongi asked. He didn't look at the phone.

(Y/n) put on a mask of a smile over the mask of guilt and nodded. "Always." She put her hand on the bed to steady herself as she sat up and swung her feet out to the side.

The purple bracelet was on her wrist.

Yoongi turned. "I'll get the eggs started."