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A Shot and A Miss

Pairings: female reader X non-idol! Yoongi

Summary: A single night changes everything in Yoongi's life. A small mistake is made but the repercussions are many.

Genre: Just some angst

Warnings: nothing much, it’s just plain angst?

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 3.9 K+

A/N:Hello again everyone! I wanted to write a fluffy one-shot for Yoongi's birthday, but ended up writing this. I am thankful to @moonleeai and @queentiti72 from @bangtanwritershq who beta read the story for me within a short period of time.

This is for the square "Min Yoongi" for the @bangtanwritingbingo spring event. This is also for "Greatest of All Time" story event by @bangtanwritershq for Yoongi's birthday. I hope you enjoy the story. Feel free to give me any suggestions regarding my writing.

The basketball was being passed continuously. The match was getting intense by every minute. You only needed to score 3 more points to win. Jin passed you the ball, which you couldn’t receive as Yoongi came in the way, taking the ball and scoring another point for his team. You were getting impatient. The last quarter was about to end; you needed to score.

As the game progressed and Yoongi dribbled his way to the basket, you cut his way, blocking him. You expertly snatched the ball, passing it to your boyfriend who swiftly scored 3 points. Yoongi looked at you with an indecipherable look. You just smiled and continued with the game.

Yoongi tried passing the ball to Taehyung, but it instead landed in your hands which led to you scoring 2 more points. The quarter ended with your basket. Your team members quickly surrounded you cheering your name and lifting you off ground. You laughed happily giddy with excitement and adrenaline that pumped through you.

You didn’t notice Yoongi looking at you from a distance. Jin embraced you, hugging you, and gently pressed a kiss over your head. Yoongi physically backed away. He looked away, feeling his heart heavy and clenching.

If only he had been more responsible that night…

*1 year and half ago*

Yoongi was dressed in the local basketball jersey. His team’s name was ‘The D-Fence’. He was the shooting guard for his team and one of the best players they had. He played basketball regularly as a hobby. He also participated in the local championship games that took place every 6 months.

“Hey! Yoongi, are you coming for the party to celebrate our win? My house” a sweaty Taehyung asked who came jogging towards him. “Definitely” Yoongi said, taking off his sweaty jersey and putting it in the duffel bag. “Hey Y/n. You are invited too, all of your team members are” Yoongi heard Taehyung say near the door of the changing room. He pulled the shirt all the way down and came towards the door, to greet you, his girlfriend. “I will think about it” he heard you say.

“Hey love” he said, opening his arms for you. You moved into his arms hugging your boyfriend tightly as he pressed a kiss on your head. “You were amazing today” Yoongi said, recalling today’s match. You played from the Cheetah’s side. The local tournament was unisex, so the teams were unisex also. You were his rival in the game, but lover after it was over. “But not better than you” you said, pouting.

He found it absolutely adorable, your competitive nature to always try and beat him in everything. “I want to beat you in something, Yoongi. One day I will. Wait and watch Min Yoongi” you said, pointing a finger at his chest as you challenged him. He chuckled, amused at your antics.

But little did he know, you will win… win in breaking his heart.

The rest of Yoongi’s and your teams joined you after changing. Taehyung was busy inviting everyone to the party as he dragged his boyfriend Jungkook along with him. Jin, your team’s captain, came up to congratulate Yoongi. “Well played Yoongi” Jin said and also complimented your play and slightly tousled your hair before walking away with the others.

“Are you going to the party Yoongs?” you asked as you and Yoongi walked towards your home. He always walked you back to your home. He always found ways to spend time with you. “Yes. You are also coming right?” he asked. “I don’t know Yoongi. I’ve got to help my mom clean the house. I was hoping you would help me…” you trailed as you looked at him with puppy eyes. “Y/n. Don’t. I- ugh… I really wanted to attend my win party though” he said with his puppy eyes now. You rolled your eyes at his retort, “Okay, you big cutie” you told him squishing his cheeks, as he tried to run away from your grasp.

If only Yoongi had stayed and helped you…

“Hey guys!” Yoongi announced as he came to Taehyung’s party. The team was sitting on the large L-shaped couch. The party began with light drinking and some dance, but when did it turn into a rave, nobody knows. People blasting music loudly, some even grinding on each other in the intoxicated state. Taehyung and Jungkook mimicked goldfishes? Jin danced like there was no tomorrow, while Namjoon was crying telling Hobi about how cute his bonsai plant looked. It was chaos. Yoongi had somehow managed to remain sober enough to call you.

“Hey babe!! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” Yoongi shouted over the loud music playing. “Yes Yoongi. Why are you calling me at 1am in the morning?” you asked your voice slightly gruff. “Because I miss you my cute potato” Yoongi said. “Don’t tell me you are drunk Min Yoongi” you said rubbing your temples. “Maybe… Okay, I am. Please drive me home” Yoongi said. “Stay there, I will come by” you said as you got your car keys and put on a jacket. “Okay babe. You the best” he slurred as you giggled.

If only he had never called you…

He waited on Taehyung’s doorstep. Time just passed but you never came. He just slept on the porch. He woke up with a heavy throbbing head. He was upset that you never came after promising you would. He got out his phone to ask you the reason for blowing him off, only to find tons of missed calls from you. He must have not realized his phone ringing in his intoxicated state.

If only he had checked his phone…

He called you. The phone rang for a long time, until it was answered. “Y/n. Where are you? I slept on the porch, my back hurts” he whined. “Yoongi, it’s me” Jin answered. Yoongi was startled as his cheeks flushed. Why did he have your phone? And when did he leave the house? He decided to raise his questions. “Jin?! Where is Y/n?” he asked.

“She had an accident yesterday Yoongi” Jin answered somberly. It was like the air was knocked out of Yoongi’s lungs. His legs seemed too weak to hold his weight. He was still drunk and was imagining things right? This was just a figment of his imagination. If he tries hard enough, he will wake up in your arms…

“Yoongi? Yoongi!” Jin called him back to reality. “Why didn’t you wake me up? Where is she?” Yoongi asked, raking his hands through his black hair. “I tried to. But you didn’t seem to wake up. The hospital staff called you first since your number was saved in emergency contacts, but since you didn’t pick up they called me. We are in the Newlife Hospital. Come quickly” Jin said.

Yoongi wanted to slap himself. Why did he drink so much? He immediately borrowed Taehyung’s motorbike and arrived at the hospital. When he reached your ward, he was met with the sight of you with scratches all over you. Tubes were connected to you, which supplied blood and oxygen. He broke down sobbing at the door. Jin came forward, getting Yoongi away from the ward and sitting him in the waiting area.

Yoongi just sobbed. How could he let this happen? It was his entire fault. “She is in a coma. It may take from a few days to months for her to wake up” Jin said as he rubbed Yoongi’s back soothingly. Yoongi just cried harder, unable to process the whole thing.

You remained in a coma for a week. People came in and checked on you every day. Yoongi came in every day. He almost never left the hospital. He only went home to get changed out of his clothes. He held your hand, waiting for any small movement, any reaction you would give him. But you didn’t. Jin was a regular visitor too. He came in and made sure that Yoongi had his meals and took care of himself too.

It was only after a week that you opened your eyes. As usual Yoongi was holding your hands, caressing your face when your eyelids moved. He immediately called for the doctors as he waited for you to open your eyes. You slowly blinked your eyes, slowly adjusting your sight to the bright white walls and plain white sheets. Before you had the chance to fully register your surroundings you were engulfed in a hug. You could only see a bush of black hairs. “Y/n, please never do that again” cried the familiar voice. You felt tears drenching your shoulders. The man finally sat back taking your hands and bringing it to his lips.

You pulled out your hands from his when his lips touched your wrists. “Who are you?” you asked glaring at Yoongi as you held your hands close to your chest. Who are you? The question was left hanging in the air as both Yoongi and Jin, who had entered the room when he heard Yoongi call for the doctors, were taken aback.

“Y/n. It’s me. Yoongi, your Yoongs. Your big cutie” Yoongi said as he tried to hold your hands while you just pulled your hands inwards, away from his reach. “I don’t know any Yoongi. And I don’t know who you are either” you said pointing at Jin in the last statement. Yoongi couldn’t believe anything you were saying. “You are joking right babe? You are pranking me as revenge aren’t you? But please, this joke is too mean” Yoongi said as he tried to smile.

“I don’t know you. Please go away” you said, almost sounding scared. Tears filled Yoongi’s eyes as he couldn’t see anything. You were reduced to nothing but a blotch in a white backdrop. One of the head doctors ushered Yoongi out of the room. “Mr. Min, you are Y/n’s boyfriend right?” the doctor asked with a sympathetic expression. Yoongi nodded. “Miss Y/n has brain damage which has resulted in her having amnesia. She doesn’t seem to remember the last 3 years of her life” the doctor said, placing his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“But she will remember everything won’t she?” Yoongi asked hopefully. “The injury is very deep. The chances are very slim, but not zero. She shouldn’t be forced to recall any memories; it may harm her more than help. In case of a permanent memory loss, just help her create new memories” the doctor said, patting Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi just cried. He felt helpless. He couldn’t do anything other than crying. His girlfriend lost her memory; she couldn’t remember him or the 2 years they had been together. She was suffering, while he couldn’t take the pain away.

Jin hugged Yoongi. He couldn’t see Yoongi suffer. He couldn’t bear to see your condition too. Everything was too overwhelming. Yoongi’s eyes had dark circles due to all the crying. He looked pale and ill. He came back to your room after collecting himself. You still looked at him skeptically from your bed. He wasn’t used to this gaze. You had always looked at him so affectionately, like he was the reason the galaxy existed. But today, you just looked at him with a look which screamed suspicion.

“Hi Y/n” he said trying to sound chipper. “I am Yoongi and this is Jin. We are your friends” Yoongi said. You just nodded.

And everything went downhill from there. You got better physically, but you didn’t recall any previous memories. Yoongi and Jin slowly tried to reintroduce to your old lifestyle. They reintroduced you to your teammates and your coaches. You were reserved but you tried to learn everything and accept as much as possible. Seeing you like this had made Yoongi also withdrawn. He tried his best around you but was losing hope to win you back.

He tried to get your attention, he cared, and he did everything he could do from a distance. He could not come closer. It hurt him, but he couldn’t do anything about it. Even when they taught you basketball, he made sure to get your things. He helped you when you had difficulty with any move. He was just always beside you.

Everything seemed to be going back to normal as he saw that you were slowly letting your guard down around him, talking to him like you used to do. Everything seemed like sunshine and rainbows till the rain clouds appeared.

It was a cloudy day Yoongi remembers, you and him were supposed to meet at the local library. You had acquired the hobby of reading after your amnesia and Yoongi decided to take part in it. The cloud seemed to grow darker as Yoongi waited for you. You didn’t recall any memories, but that was ok. Yoongi could always make you fall in love with him again, right?

You arrived after a while. Your dusky skin in contrast to the off-white scarf around your neck. Your wild wavy hair frames your face, slipping out of the ponytail. He looked at you, still very much in love with the way your nose scrunched up quite a while before you sneezed, how you rubbed your nose with your index finger under your nose to hold the sneeze in. it was all the same. Just perfect, you and him, everything the same except now the conditions were different.

You came over and sat in front of him smiling at him. His heart still fluttered at the sight of your cheeks squishing your eyes into crescents, two upside down smiles, he would call them. Both of you got the books of your liking and sat reading in silence. Yoongi looked at you, as you indulged in the book. He never came to the library with the intent of reading the book, he came with the intent of reading your face.

He watched you read as a small strand of hair slipped from behind the ear and rested softly on your cheek. He held in the urge to tuck it back in the place. He knew the emotions you were going through with just the twitch of your lip, the scrunching of your eyebrows and every other detail you thought were insignificant about you.

After some time you put down the book and looked right at him. Yoongi fumbled through the pages, afraid that he was caught in the act of staring at you. “Yoongi… Can I ask you something?” you asked as you scratched your nose. You were nervous, Yoongi could sense immediately. “Yes” he simply answered. “I still haven’t gotten my memories back. I still don’t remember my relationships with any of you. But I don’t want to wait any longer for my memories to come back, I want to live normally again, not in the thought that a part of me is missing” you said, fumbling with your fingers.

“That is totally normal. It is not necessary for you to get back your memories to get back your relationships Y/n” Yoongi said smiling at her. “Thank you Yoongi” you said, placing your palm on top of his to show your gratitude. Yoongi felt butterflies in his stomach. This was the first physical contact you had initiated with him, even though it was months after the accident Yoongi couldn’t be happier.

“Yoongi, you are like my best friend. I can go as far as to say that you are equivalent to me like a brother” you said as Yoongi’s smile faltered. Brother? Did you really not understand his love? “You have always taken care of me, so I feel the most comfortable in getting your help” you said lookind away shyly as Yoongi blankly stared at you. “I like Jin. Can you help me confess to him?” you asked, your eyes sparkling with hope.

Yoongi had never denied you anything. But today? How could he help set up his best friend with the person he thought is the love of his life? Yoongi got his hand out of your grip and stared at the table. “You don’t have to…” you said as your voice faltered. You didn’t know what was wrong. It was just an innocent request wasn’t it?

“Ah…”Yoongi swallowed. “I will see what I can…do” Yoongi said, trying very hard to not let his voice crack, but it did. Before you could answer he grabbed his jacket and ran out. He heard you call his name but he couldn’t stop. He just ran the way his feet took him. His eyes were blurring. Nothing but a smudge of colours was visible. Different colours mixed together in an unpleasant way, like his feelings, torn between accepting your growth and losing you.

He stopped when he reached Jin’s home. He wiped his eyes to the sleeves of his jacket. “Jin!” he called. He called again and again till Jin came out. He immediately came towards Yoongi with a concerned face. “What hap-“before Jin could finish his sentence, Yoongi had punched him square in the jaw. Jin stumbled back due to the impact, his face didn’t show anger, but showed confusion and concern.

“What- “again Yoongi punched him as Jin fell back. Yoongi straddled him as he threw punches at his chest as he cried. His punches grew weaker with each sob, until he collapsed beside Jin, crying. Jin got up and moved a little away from Yoongi who was crying on his garden. He rubbed his chest and face and found a little blood on his lip. Yoongi curled into a ball crying. Jin couldn’t see his friend in pain anymore. He slowly approached Yoongi and touched his shoulder.

Yoongi’s cries subsided to sniffles as Jin rubbed his back soothingly. “I am so sorry. I am sorry” Yoongi said, not looking at Jin as he sat up, facing a kneeling Jin. “It’s ok” Jin said as he looked at Yoongi’s lifeless eyes. “What is the matter?” Jin asked, sitting in front of Yoongi as he shook his shoulders, when he realized he isn’t violent anymore.

“It’s over. Y/n doesn’t love me, not anymore anyway. She has feelings for you” Yoongi said as he looked straight into Jin’s eyes. Jin physically flinched at the glimpse of anger in Yoongi’s eyes. Jin didn’t know what to say. He seemed to be the villain of Yoongi’s story.

“Do you like her?” Yoongi asked way too calmly. Jin didn’t know where to put the calmness. Was it the calmness before the storm arrived or was it the calmness after the storm had destroyed everything? But Jin didn’t know the other type of calmness which arises midway. The calm which arises when a day of war is over but you know it will continue the next day.

Did Jin like you? He mulled over this thought. “Yes” Jin said, looking away. Yoongi looked at his friend. The blood was slowly clotting at the end of his lips. So it was mutual huh. He was the extra one sided lover. He laughed a self deprecating laugh. Jin looked at him startled. “Date her then” Yoongi said simply. Jin looked at him wide eyed. “No. don’t worry I won’t date her. She will realize your love for her and come back to you. I can’t do that to you” Jin said, panicking. He didn’t want Yoongi to misunderstand him. He liked you, but years of friendship mattered more to him.

“You will not break her heart and neither will you get heartbroken” Yoongi said, pointing Jin at chest. “I can’t force her to love me. Love can never be forced. She doesn’t have to love me for me to love her. Love is not barter, I love her and she doesn’t love me, I can accept that” Yoongi said getting up and Jin followed his suit. “Just take care of her” Yoongi said as he walked away. He heard Jin call him but he didn’t stay.

Running away was the only thing he could do anyways. So he ran. Ran past the garden where you had your first date. Ran past the street lamp where you shared your first kiss. Ran past the tree where you had asked him to be your boyfriend. Ran past your home. He ran to his room and slammed the door shut. He sank down to the floor with his head against the door. He looked straight and saw your photo beside his bed. He could never outrun you, could he? He gave a bittersweet smile. Tears didn’t even flow anymore. He was just exhausted. He dragged himself to his bed and held the photo close and slept. Maybe in dreams you would be his.

*present*

Yoongi was brought back to reality when Taehyung clapped his back, “Good game” and walked away. He watched from the sidelines as you talked animatedly to Jin about how you had scored. How you had mastered a difficult move. Did Jin know the way your hands clenched to form tiny fists when you were excited? Did Jin notice the way you jumped in your place when you thought you deserved praise? Yoongi wondered.

You waved Yoongi over to go to your regular hangout place after the match. Jin was awkward when he first started dating you. The guilt tortured him. But soon he came to terms with it. Yoongi had permitted him, right? You linked your arms with Jin and Yoongi as you pulled both of them to walk with you. Yoongi simply followed you. If he can’t have you in his arms at least he can have you in front of his eyes.

At the small café, you, Jin, Yoongi, and Jimin sat on a table. Jin sat beside you while Yoongi across. Jin slightly tucked a stray hair behind your hair, which Yoongi used to do. You looked at Jin with such a tender gaze, Yoongi wished it was him. The coffee arrived with some donuts. Jin got a call from his workplace and left to attend to it while Jimin got called over by a wild group of Namjoon and Hobi who were trying to stack donuts on their foreheads. It was just you and Yoongi, same people in a different scenario.

Yoongi lifted the cup to his lips when he heard a small yelp. You had accidently spilled some hot coffee on your hands and burnt it. Yoongi instinctively grabbed a water bottle from his bag and pulled your hand over and pulled your hand towards him. He was glad that this café was situated in between an open lawn as he could easily pour water on your hands without making a mess. After some hissing from you and some warning from Yoongi about being careful, Yoongi dabbed your hand clean. He looked at you, the memories flooding back. He lowered his gaze before he could look at you for too long.

Jin came back after the call ended. Seeing your bright red hand he gently kissed it. Yoongi couldn’t do that, he could just dab it clean. Yoongi, Jin and you talked while you drank your respective drinks without spilling. Mostly you and Jin talked while Yoongi kept reading your eyes, hiding from your eyes for any sign of discomfort from your burnt hand.

Jin and you left after finishing the drinks. You walked leaning your head lovingly on Jin’s shoulder while he had an arm around your shoulder. Yoongi drank the remaining coffee and stared at your empty seat.

If only he had been more careful that night…

A/N: Also feel free to request for any fanfiction. My request box is open. I will be writing whenever I find time, but my next post may take time. Reblog and Comment if you liked the story. It keeps me motivated to write.

Ru Ru! Congrats on the milestone! 🥳 So many of these prompts are tempting but here goes: Taehyung, artist AU, unrequited, falling into the other's arms and "are you serious?"? 👀✨ (and don't hold back on the angst, I want the pain)

~summary: Taehyung loves you, just not the way you love him. ~artist au, angst, unrequited love ~word count: 945 ~rating: g ~warnings: pain D:

~a/n: whyyy aj😭😭I tried to give you pain, but it hurt me too XD.. but thank you so much for your request, I hope you ...like? it?? hahaha💜love you lots x also, I’m using this as my entry for the ‘kim taehyung’ square at @bangtanwritingbingo  ➔this drabble is part of my pick & mix drabble game which is still open if you want to request!!

“Oof!”

You barely got a glimpse at your friend before he was barrelling towards you and collapsing into your arms. Stumbling back a step from the impact, you did your best to hug him back without spilling the drinks in your hands.

“It’s finally finished,” Tae groaned, low voice rumbling against your shoulder.

Trying to ignore the thrill it sent through your heart, you patted him on the back

“I knew you could do it.”

Pulling away, Tae met your eyes at last. Just for a moment, he was all too close – the wind had flushed his cheeks and stirred up his scruffy hair. The smile he flashed as he prised his hot chocolate from your fingers left you breathless.

You told yourself you shouldn’t stare, but all the same it was impossible to take your eyes off him as he closed his eyes and took a sip, humming contentedly at the taste.

“You always get my order right,” he told you.

You swallowed hard as his fingers circled your own, lightly pulling you along with him.

“I’m not the one who made it,” you protested, “and where are we going?”

“To the exhibition, of course.”

You raised your eyebrows. Taehyung had been locked up in either his studio or the gallery preparing this exhibition for a while, but you still hadn’t expected to see it so soon.

“Isn’t the opening at the weekend?”

“Yeah… I’m bringing someone…”

He wouldn’t meet your eyes as he spoke the words that made your heart drop every time. You should have expected it, you thought as he scratched the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable.

A while ago, you had told him you liked him. Liked him as more than a friend. And as much as you each tried to pretend, things had never quite been right since.

He hadn’t felt the same.

He still went on dates, still only let you as close as best friends did. Somehow, that was worse. You knew he wanted you to move on, but how were you supposed to do that when he was still right here in all his smiling beauty, holding your hand, even if it didn’t mean the same thing to him?

“But I wanted you to be the first to see it,” he quickly assured you, moving on as if he hadn’t just shattered your heart again. You didn’t blame him for that. Maybe not mentioning it helped him forget, helped him pretend.

If only you could be as lucky.

Offering the strongest smile you could when your chest felt so cold and empty, you soon hid yourself by downing a few gulps of coffee. The warm liquid tasted sickly on your tongue, sat heavily in your stomach.

Somehow, you had already arrived. The gallery wasn’t big or modern, but Tae had still been super excited when they had contacted him.

Proudly showing you his access card, he opened the door, allowing you in first. Already, you missed the joyful crease of his eyes as it left your line of sight.

You would prefer to let your eyes linger on his happiness than on these hallways which you knew would soon be filled with people, Taehyung weaving through the crowds with someone else by his side.

At last, you reached the space where he had set up his exhibition. As you stepped inside, you pushed down those thoughts in favour of admiration. The space truly left you spellbound, seeing your best friend’s work on the walls making pride swell within you.

By your side, Taehyung eyed you. He was practically bouncing on his feet as he waited for your approval.

Casting your eyes over the space, you saw a few paintings you recognised, and some that were clearly new. All were in his signature style, bold colours but somehow with a subtlety that drew you in.

And then your breath caught in your throat.

Was that-?

No. You cursed the way your stupid heart swelled, just like it did every time you thought there might be hope. Offering itself up to be broken just the same every time.

Seeing where your eyes had landed, a smile lit up Tae’s face.

“Do you like it?”

You stared at the painting, then back at him. You had to gulp down tears, but your voice was thick when you spoke.

“Are you serious? You painted… me?”

The portrait was perfectly recognisable, you just had trouble believing it. It was beautiful, and you even remembered the place it was based on, some woods you had got lost in together a couple of summers ago.

To think that Taehyung had taken the time, his own hands mapping out your features perfectly, breathing his own life into them with vivid colour, even painting the light that shone through your hair. It looked like the way he made you feel. Alive, lit up. And here it was, captured on a canvas for all to see.

You hadn’t even noticed the tears welling in your eyes until Tae’s finger brushed one from your cheek.

Startled, you looked at him. His eyes were so wide and innocent. Curse him and his endless love, giving you hope. Curse the fact that love would never be yours.

“I take it these are happy tears?”

Blinking rapidly, you just nodded. There was no way could explain everything you were feeling. This was Tae’s project, it was supposed to be about him. You would support him the way you always did, no matter if it hurt. Bringing him down was the last thing you wanted.

“You’re important to me, of course I wanted you in here,” he continued, “you’re my best friend.”

And his words were sincere, but they weren’t enough.

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