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It was like fate

Warning: None, just feels

Genre: Angst (?) and a lil fluff (?)

yoongi x reader but they’re not dating 

Summary: Yoongi's day couldn't seem to stop getting worse and worse. However, he got to meet you, a kind and understanding stranger and suddenly his day didn't seem to be so bad after all.

A/N: i mean, shouldn’t we all prefer to be best friends with BTS, instead of being their girl/boyfriends?

Word count: 932

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2015

Yoongi’s day was supposed to go as usual. He would wake up, go to work, work until really late, go back home, sleep and then all over again.

Though, it wasn’t exactly how things went for him.

First, he spilled his coffee all over him on his way to work, his white shirt having a big dark brown spot on it.

Then, his computer got a virus and he almost lost everything, including the latest album they were preparing so hard with his members.

Later, a speaker in their practice room somehow caught fire, ruining the mirror, filling the whole room with smoke.

And as if he thought it couldn’t go worse, he lost the last bus, so he had to walk home at 3 AM. He walked quickly, passing the empty streets without looking for cars, knowing nobody would be driving this late.

But, to his terrible luck, as he was passing a small street, a big car appeared from his left.

Yoongi’s memories from the car accident he was in before his debut, filled his mind, making him paralyzed on that spot. He stood there watching the car come closer, not even moving an inch to avoid it.

The driver hit the brakes as hard as they could, stopping right in front of Yoongi, but not hitting him.

Yoongi fell to the ground, trying not to think about his past, but his demons were still there. He started breathing hard, he knew he was safe, but his mind kept replaying the images of his past. He could still feel the terrible pain on his shoulder.

The unknown driver quickly came out of the car and kneeled next to undamaged Yoongi.

“Sir, are you okay? Did I hit you? Oh my god, should I take you to a hospital?” The woman asked, but received no response other than groans of pain.

“Sir? Oh my god. I’m so stupid.” She said getting up and pulling out her phone, but before she could call, Yoongi’s hand grabbed her ankle gently.

“You didn’t hit me.” He groaned out. “Please help me up.” He looked at the woman with pleading eyes, the woman hesitated, but put her phone in her pocket and offered her hand to him.

Yoongi got up, and leaned on the unknown woman’s car, to support himself.

“I’m really sorry, sir, I was going too fast, I didn’t expect anyone to be awake and out in the streets this late.” The woman apologized and Yoongi turned his head slowly to look at her. Her worried expression was genuine, a small smile forming on Yoongi’s face.

“No, I wasn’t paying attention, I’m sorry I made you worried, but I’m fine, you can go.” Yoongi replied and woman shook her head.

“No, are you sure you don’t need to be taken to a hospital? You seem hurt. Is your shoulder okay?” She said and touched his shoulder, making Yoongi wince from the sudden contact.

“I was hurt in the past, another car accident, but I’m not hurt now, please don’t worry about me.” Yoongi explained, looking anywhere but the young woman.

“It was scary right?” She said breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“Yes. Really. I thought I lost everything then.” Yoongi said, not even knowing why he opened up to a stranger but something was telling him to do so.

The woman offered him to go to a 24 hour café she knew was somewhere near, because her friend was working there, Yoongi agreed and got in the car with the woman.

“It seems like your day was terrible today.” She pointed out, while driving, leaving Yoongi confused.

“How do you…?” He trailed off, staring at the side of her face.

“You have a coffee stained shirt, you smell like smoke from fire and almost got in a car accident. Also, I saw you when you lost the bus and you looked really stressed.” She explained and Yoongi was shocked.

He explained everything to her, while they grabbed a coffee but he offered to go sit at a nearby park and not the café her friend was working at. The woman agreed and the both sat on a bench, Yoongi talking about his day, the woman listening to everything he said, her whole attention on him.

“You know….” Yoongi trailed off realizing he didn’t even know the woman’s name.

“It’s (y/n)” The woman said and Yoongi tasted the name on his tongue.

“Wow, this is a beautiful name.” He said and blushed at how cheesy that sounded.

“Yes, I get that a lot, but thank you.” The woman giggled.

They stayed at the park until dawn, neither of them even realizing how quickly the time was passing. They exchanged numbers promising each other they would meet again.

(Y/n) dropped Yoongi off at his dorm, the members not even realizing he was missing, being used to him working until late.

Yoongi fell asleep with a smile on his face that night and so did (y/n).

Ever since then, they met when things got hard, and became each other’s mental support.

Almost every day they exchanged good morning and good night texts, along with the occasional good luck Yoongi received before a live or an award show. They always made time for each other, not making their friendship known to anyone, but Yoongi’s bandmates.

That’s how their strong friendship started building. It was like fate wanted them to finally meet. They had already realized by then, that they were practically each other’s platonic soulmates. They loved each other, in a friendly way and kept it that way.

Bus acquaintances

Warnings: mention of car accident but don’t worry

Genre: Um not exactly fluff, but kinda fluff

Summary: Namjoon had noticed you taking the same bus as him. But when you randomly stopped appearing, he got worried.

Word count: 514

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You were always taking the same bus, at the same time, to get to work. You don’t really know when you started noticing, but there was always a young man, around your age, already on the bus before you. You had to admit, he was an attractive young man, who had caught your attention, but you never dared to talk to him and just observed him from afar. He had probably also realized you were a regular on the bus, because you had locked eyes with him way more than once.

After around a month, you had caught yourself looking around as soon as you got on the bus, looking for the certain person, but as soon as your eyes met, you looked away.

This had been going on for a long time and you had actually also caught his attention, but Namjoon was too shy to do anything other than smile when your eyes met, which you awkwardly returned.

Recently, though, a cousin of yours was part of a car accident, which led to them going to the hospital and to be in need for blood, so you obviously took a week off to give them blood and make sure everything was okay.

What you didn’t know, was that Namjoon had noticed your absence. The first day it seemed like you had just missed the bus or got a day off, so Namjoon didn’t pay much attention to it. But when he didn’t see you again the next day and the day after it, he got worried. Sadly for him, he had no way to contact you and make sure you were alright and was hoping to see you every day.

Soon, a week passed and it was Monday again.

When he saw you, he got up from his seat and stumbled towards you, sitting next to you. You greeted him shyly, but it didn’t take long to identify a worried look that was written to his face.

“You seem worried, did something happen?” You asked and he blushed.

“Ah, you, you are here” He mentally face-palmed at his inability to speak to you as comfortably as you did.

“Ah, you noticed I was missing?”

“YesandIwasworriedbecauseyoudidn’tgetonthebusforaweekandithoughtsomethingbadhappenedtoyou”

“Aww, there was no need to worry, it was just that a cousin of mine had a serious car accident and I wanted to be there for them, but everything is alright now.” You explain and he let out a sigh, nodding.

“Um, I wanted to call you and ask you about it, but realized I didn’t have your phone number and, um, would you mind giving me your number? Not only for incidents like this, like, I would like it if we went out sometime, if you want.” He rambled and you nodded in response, waiting for him to hand his phone.

You exchanged numbers, but realized your stop was the next, so you got up, bid him goodbye, getting off of the bus with a huge smile for the rest of the day.

Thank god, the both of you have to use the public transport.