summer- imagine dragons

For the next several weeks following Yoongi's confession of his feelings, your relationship with him went through a time of change and readjustment. The two of you began behaving more like a couple rather than just close friends, and change on that front excited you.

For one, the two of you started doing more things outside of work whenever you were able to cram them into your busy schedules. Yoongi would take you around to various shopping centers, parks, nature paths, or literally anything else he thought would be fun to explore with you. Sometimes, you would track down other small coffee shops in the area, and the two of you would go and spy, wanting to see how Youth & Impulse's competition was. Sometimes you would try a place that was somewhat decent, but Yoongi would always frown at the lattes, claiming that the ones you made beat the competition by a long shot. You always tried to deny your talent at making coffee, but Yoongi was rather insistent about your skills.

Skinship became more of a common occurrence between the two of you. You weren't shy about hugging him whenever you wanted to or holding his hand in public, or generally just being close to him. He wasn't shy about any of those things either, although the one thing he didn't do was kiss you all the time. It wasn't that kissing between you two was uncomfortable, but more something that Yoongi only liked to do when he felt the moment was right for it. Kissing you on the forehead or the cheek or the back of your hand were common occurrences, but kissing you on the lips seemed to be reserved for special moments. And you were okay with that.

But, among the positive growth and changes, you had to acknowledge that were some things that were changing for the worst, and not for the better.

Late winter was quickly turning into spring, and as the seasons changed, school for you became more and more demanding. As the end of the school year and final exams were looming around the corner, you were busy studying and working on the end of term projects, meaning that you had to spend a lot more time on campus than you would've liked to.

But, you weren't the only one whose schedule had changed; Yoongi's life was changing as well. Upon signing the contract with BigHit, he became significantly busier as he was desperately trying to juggle his other work along with what his new manager wanted him to do. He was in dancing classes, singing classes, and even a couple of acting classes. On top of that, he suddenly was extremely conscious of his weight, diet, and overall physique, making you a bit sad at times to see how much he worried about it.

You were happy for him that he finally had scored such a great opportunity, but there were times where you couldn't help but wonder if this was truly the best thing for him. You wondered if all of the pain and time he put in now would pay off later. You hoped so because seeing him strain himself that much became hard for you to watch.

Despite all of the chaos, you and Yoongi still had one thing that you could always count on; Tuesday and Thursday nights at Youth & Impulse. No matter how busy the both of you were, you always knew that you would have Tuesday and Thursday nights together. Even though Yoongi couldn't always make it early like he used to, he was always able to stay late, allowing the both of you to spend some quality time together.

The cafe became almost like a security blanket for your relationship; a place that was consistent, comforting, and safe.

Things were constantly changing, but at least at Youth & Impulse, everything always remained the same.

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"What are you thinking about?" Yoongi murmured one Thursday night, a few hours after Youth & Impulse had closed. You two were sitting on a bench outside the cafe beneath the dim lighting, watching cars and taxis and random people go by; the city never sleeps.

You were tucked into Yoongi's side, allowing your eyes to close for a bit as he absentmindedly played with your hair.

"Change," you mumbled, sliding an arm around his waist.

"What do you mean?"

"It's weird to think how everything has changed. So fast too," you replied, still not opening your eyes. He stopped playing with your hair, moving his hand to gently graze across your shoulder and back.

"Does the change bother you?" his voice was particularly low and soothing to you that night, although you couldn't put your finger on why.

"No, it doesn't bother me. It's just funny to look back to a few months ago when I barely knew you...And how much my life has changed since then," you said simply.

"You're right. Things have changed a lot," he agreed, smoothing the back of your hair in a calming way that he had a habit of always doing.

"I can barely even remember what it was like to work at the cafe before you were there. I knew as soon as you walked in that first day that everything was going to change...I hoped that that would be the case anyway. I was pretty lonely, Yoongi, and having you around was so nice. I know it sounds cheesy, but I'm really glad that you came," you confessed, feeling safe in being vulnerable with him.

"My time before Youth & Impulse seems like forever ago...I wouldn't change how things worked out for the world, though. I'm perfectly content with everything that's happened over the last few months...I have a job, I got signed, and I have you..." he trailed off. You opened your eyes just in time to see him leaning down towards you, looking at your lips.

"Things will change with time, and that's a good thing," he whispered, before closing the small space that was left between you. His lips softly grazed over yours so lightly and so gently that you could barely feel it at first. Feeling dissatisfied with that, you cupped your hand around the back of his neck in an attempt to pull him closer and deepen the kiss. He sighed, giving in and taking your face in his hands, shifting slightly in order to continue kissing you how you wanted to be kissed.

He laughed gently as he pulled away, encircling you close to him so that he could continue to cuddle with you. "I forgot that we're outside for a second. We've become one of those couples."

"What do you mean 'one of those couples'?" you giggled, repositioning your arms around him.

"Making out in public."

"We were not making out in public. Innocent kisses are sweet, and cute, and do not count as gross PDA," You argued, letting your eyes close again.

"Okay, think what you want. But, that was definitely PDA," Yoongi began full-on laughing, eliciting, even more, laughter from you.

"Yoongi, shut up! You are ruining what was a perfectly sweet moment," you playfully hit his chest as he tried to control his laughter.

"Sorry," he caved, letting his hand graze across your back and shoulders again, "I'll stop."

"You're such a dork," you mumbled into his chest, "But I love you."

"What was that?" Yoongi asked, not having heard that accidental confession that you'd let slip out of your mouth.

"I just called you a dork. You know, 'cause you are one," you smoothly tried to recover, even though your heart was practically beating out of your chest at the realization of what you had actually just said.

"If I'm a dork, then so are you," he snorted.

"How so?" you continued pushing the playful conversation, hoping he couldn't literally hear how fast your heart was beating.

"You're a dating a dork, so by default that makes you one," he said matter-of-factly and you laughed again, grateful for the time you were getting to spend with him and the stupid conversations that the two of you shared.

"Fair enough," you said.

Truthfully, you did love Min Yoongi, and you were fairly certain that he felt the same way about you. And you would tell him eventually.

Just not today.

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A few days later, Saturday, Yoongi was in the middle of one of his several dance classes. This one, in particular, was the most difficult, and as a BigHit trainee, it was also required. Even though he found the life of a trainee to be particularly exhausting, he took everything that was thrown at him graciously, knowing that the staff here had taken a chance on him. He was going to do his best, and he was set on not letting anyone down.

He worked hard. Out of the few other people within the tiny company, he was probably the hardest worker as he was so grateful for the opportunity he'd been given. BigHit had practically thrown him a life-line right when he had needed it the most, and for that, he felt like he owed them everything.

So no matter what meeting he had to attend, or what song he had to present, or what dance he had to learn, or what diet he had to go on, he was happy to be doing it. Sure, it was all mentally and emotionally and physically draining by every stretch of the word, but he knew that down the line, it would be worth it.

The dance practice that day was a particularly intense one. For some reason, he just couldn't get the choreography down well enough and was getting a lot of heat from his instructor for it. He was already tired that day for some reason. He'd woken up with a headache, his sore body frustrated at how far it'd been pushed, and he was missing you. He'd just seen you two days prior, but he found himself physically begin to ache that morning from your absence. He chalked his strange burst of emotions up to be a side effect of over-exhaustion and brushed them aside as he tried to force himself to get through the day.

During a five minute break right in the middle of his 3-hour long dance class, he was happy to see that you were calling him. He knew he would have to tell you that he literally only had a minute to talk, and he hated having to deliver bad news. However, he was also grateful that you had managed to call at a time when he could really use the pick-me-up that was hearing your voice.

After downing another gulp of water he accepted the call, "Y/N!" he started, before being promptly interrupted.

"Y-Yoongi, I-I'm sorry, I know you're at BigHit r-right now-"

"Y/N? What's wrong?" Yoongi's blood began to run cold as he immediately could tell something was seriously wrong.

"S-Stevens has been in a r-really bad accident. I-I don't know what t-to d-do," you were stuttering over the end of the line as panic began to fill Yoongi.

"Where are you? I'll come to you," he pleaded, glancing over his shoulder at his instructor that was giving him a frown.

"N-No, you'll get in trouble f-for leaving-" you began to argue, but Yoongi was too insistent.

"No, you are my first priority. Send me your address and I'll be there as soon as I can," he insisted, and you couldn't help but comply.

"O-Okay."

"Y/N, listen. Breathe. Everything's going to be okay. I'm on my way."