My Bangtan Boys

Where did you come from

When the song ends, you slide the headphones off and meet his worried stare. 

"Yoongi, that was amazing!" you gush, grabbing his hand instinctively so he can fully understand how great it was, "I don't know how you do it, when did you write this? I can't believe you've found the time to do this while you've been so busy! This has to be on the next album!" 

His eyes are on your hand that is gripping his and you blush and release him. 

"Thank you," he stammers, "It's not that good, it could do with a lot of improvement, I'm going to send it to PDogg and Namjoon to see what they say, I might send it to Slow Rabbit as well." 

"It's beautiful," you say, staring into his warm eyes, trying to show him how strongly you feel about the song. 

He looks away from your intense stare and his cheeks heat. 

"I could never make something like this," you sigh, wishing for at least an ounce of the talent he has. 

"I could show you how," he moves to stand closer to you and switches on the keyboard, "first you need to think of the melody you want." 

You think for a moment and then start to hum randomly, hoping for inspiration. Yoongi listens to you and begins to tap his fingers on his leg, like a metronome. You can see the cogs working in his mind. 

Suddenly, he stands behind you and leans over so he can play the keyboard that is on the desk in front of you. His chest warms your back and you can feel the electricity in your arms as his hovers on either side of your body. His face comes up beside yours, almost cheek to cheek, as he leans further forward and plays a melody similar to what you were humming. 

You freeze, unsure with what to do with your body. The soapy scent coming off his body makes you want to just cuddle him all night, it's soft and sweet, contrary to his bold movements right now. 

He stops playing and grabs your hand, he places it on the mouse and covers your hand with his. He opens a new page so he can start composing a new song and guides your hand to start adding new elements. 

"Now you add this so you know the tempo," he instructs softly by your ear. 

He turns his face slowly to look at you and you do the same, pulling your head back slightly so you don't bump into him. Your faces are inches apart and it takes all your strength to maintain eye contact. 

He straightens up slowly and spins your seat around so you are facing him. He rests his palms on each of the armrests and leans forwards so his face is hovering just in front of yours. 

"What is is about you y/n? What is it that draws me into you? I need to know," he breathes, his eyes roaming over your face. 

"I don't know," you respond, not sure what else to say. 

"I know I'm not good at showing it but I really like you y/n, I miss you when you aren't around and when I do see you, I just want to hold you and take care of you, I want to be someone you can lean on, I want to be someone who makes you smile," he says in a rush, straightening up and pacing in front of you. 

"Yoongi, you are someone I can lean on, you do take care of me, all the time," you assure him. 

"Not enough, I still haven't been able to find somewhere for you to live, I wanted to buy you an apartment but Namjoon said it wasn't a good idea, I don't know what else to do," he groans. 

"You told Namjoon?" you ask, not angry, just a little embarrassed. 

"No of course not, I just said I had a friend who needed to find a place and I was thinking of renting one for them," he stands in front of you again and cups your cheeks, "I would never tell anyone your secrets." 

You place your hands over his, finding confidence in his presence. This was Yoongi, you'd already shown him the most embarrassing parts of your life, you could tell him anything. 

"Yoongi, you have been amazing to me, you have already been so sweet and caring, just knowing that you are there for me has been a massive comfort to me, you don't need to do anything more for me," you confess, squeezing his fingers. 

He pulls both hands away from your face and intertwines his fingers with yours. 

"I want to do more, I want you to be happy here, I want you to be happy with me," he declares, sincerity colouring his tone. 

"I want to be happy here too, I do, it's just that even if I found somewhere to live, I'm scared I'm going to get fired. If someone walked in right now then I would have to go," you stammer, looking to the ground. 

"Look at me," he orders softly, putting a finger on your chin and raising your head, "I will never let anything happen to you, no one is firing you, ever." 

"You don't know that," you whisper. 

"I do, I won't let a single person touch you so please stop worrying so much," he urges, stroking your cheek with his finger delicately. 

"I don't know what to say," you reply honestly. 

"Just say you will be happy," he smiles, tilting his head slightly. 

"I will try," you murmur, smiling back. 

"That's all I can ask for," he squeezes your cheek gently then pulls you by your hands off of the chair and over towards the bed, "come on, let's lie down, I'm tired." 

"I can go if you want to sleep?" you offer. 

"Nope," he crawls on the bed and tugs you onto it after him. 

He lies down, still holding your hand and you lie next to him. 

"Yoongi, can I ask you something?" you ask, looking at his relaxed face, his eyes closed already. 

"Anything," he responds, eyes still closed. 

"What if you aren't the only one who wants to be there for me? What if one of the other members said they wanted to be there for me...with me too?" you say hesitantly. 

His eyes open but he remains calm and still. 

"Then you get to be looked after by more than one person, as long as that makes you happy, then it's okay," he mutters sleepily. 

"But that's not fair," you state. 

"There is no rule that says you can only have one person who cares for you, if they want to and it makes you happy then there isn't a problem. If they aren't happy then they will tell you or they will work it out, that's not something you need to worry about. You can't control how they feel, you can't control how you feel either, just follow your heart and it will take you to the person you want to be with," he says, closing his eyes once more but squeezing your hand comfortingly. 

"I don't know where it's trying to take me," you mumble. 

"You'll find out, just keep walking and you'll get there," he scoots closer to you and strokes your hair, "rest that beautiful mind of yours, I'm here for you." 

"Thank you, I'm here for you too, I hope you know that," you say, placing your hand on his wrist gently. 

He smiles his cute gummy smile and leans forward to kiss your forehead, "I know." 

He strokes your hair until you both fall asleep, hands intertwined, forgetting everything else around you.