August, 11

12:02 a.m.

Your POV

I hold my hand out feeling the rain fall into my palm, the coolness makes me forget about disgustingly hot weather. A sigh runs out my mouth as I tilt my head up to the sky allowing the raindrops to drizzle down my cheeks. The shuffles coming from Yoongi's feet scrape the floor of the rooftop. I drop my hand into my lap, turning towards Yoongi as music begins to play.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

Yoongi places his phone on an empty flower pot and turns to face me. He starts walking in the area I am sitting in.

"You always talk about wanting to dance with someone in the rain, so," Yoongi says, holding out the 'so'.

"Get your little butt up," he says, pulling me up off the ground.

I stand on my feet staring at Yoongi, my bare feet meeting the lukewarm ground. From afar, I can hear the song that Yoongi chose. It's not one that I would have thought Yoongi listens to, it's out of character for him. "Wings" by Birdy is the song that is currently playing out of his phone.

"Dance, let it out," Yoongi chuckles, shaking his limbs.

I slowly give in, "dancing" around on the rooftop. I kick, I twirl, I spin, I shake my "tail feathers" as Hoseok would call it, all with Yoongi.

"Get it Y/N!" Yoongi hollers.

I laugh at him trying to hype me up.

"I see you Yoongs!" I holler back.

I can feel my cheeks already beginning to hurt from smiling. I watch Yoongi as he busts out a sequence of moves from one of the groups choreographies. The rain soaks his hair causing it to start sticking to his forehead.

Oh lights go down

In the moment we're lost and found

I just wanna be by your side

If these wings could fly

For the rest of our lives

Yoongi pulls me into him, his hand snakes its way around my waist and his other hand taking hold of mine. The coldness of his silver ring makes his hands feel warmer than they are. We dance on the rooftop as the gentle drizzle of rain falls onto our skin, soaking our clothes. The humid air twirls with us, dipping with me as Yoongi lowers me.

A cool summer breeze brushes my skin as he pulls me back up. The music plays but I'm too busy watching his gummy smile that has spread from cheek to cheek. I'm too busy watching him look at me and to his feet, I'm too busy listening to his chuckle to pay attention to the melody. Yoongi's hands hold my waist, my hand, and my heart. He holds my heart. I'm scared to admit that outloud.

He holds my heart, I tell myself.

We slowly turn, the moon shines brightly above him. I swear it looks like it's smiling. Yoongi twirls me out from him, letting go of my hand for a split moment, a moment of humid August air takes his place. He skips over to me and picks me up in the air, spinning me, us, around in a circle. The lights of Tokyo merge together into a wonderful and bright blurr. I can feel my hair lift off my ears and swirling out behind me as we spin. A breeze takes the place of my hair. The smell of the rain catches my nose as I lift my head up to the sky. I can't help but laugh, there's nothing funny, but I'm laughing.

It feels as though I am free. Free, with my hands placed on Yoongi's shoulders, his hands on my waist holding me in the air. Free, with the sound of his voice. Free, with him. I stare into Yoongi's eyes and he stares into mine. The urge to just tell him, spill every piece of myself to him. The urge to, to kiss him.

Oh, Damn these walls

In the moment we're ten feet tall

And how you told me after it all

We'd remember tonight

For the rest of our lives

Yoongi slowly comes to a stop and places me back on the ground, my feet meet the cold and wet cement. I don't mind it. The song is reaching its end, sirens ring throughout the area. We look at eachother. I watch Yoongi's chest rise and fall again and the smile on his face.

No just free Y/N, free and happy. I conclude, laughing at the moment we had.

Break that fucking wall Y/N before it gets any higher. I tell myself.

I take a breath, inhaling the wonderful thing we call oxygen.

"I need to confess something," I say.

"I need to tell you," Yoongi says a split second after me.

Oh, boy.

Yoongi's POV

"Oh, you can go first," I tell Y/N.

"No, no, you first," She says, shaking her hands out in front of her.

Are we really doing this Yoongi? Just do it! If she doesn't feel the same move on. I try to convince myself. I take a deep breath.

"I have fallen for you," I spit out.

"Hard and deep and I don't think I can dig myself out. I don't want to dig myself out. I don't know how the hell I'm suppose to do this without sounding completely stupid and cliché but, I can't stand the thought the possibility of you with another person that isn't me," I explain to Y/N.

I lift my head to look at Y/N. Her hair is scrunching up a bit from the rain and her shirt is already soaked through.

I fucked it up.

"Y/N? Say something, please?" I beg.

Y/N rolls her lips together and looks to the ground and back up.

"I heard you," She says.

"You know I may have looked like I was sleeping but I wasn't," She adds.

"What?" I question.

"My eyes were closed but I could still hear. I heard you Yoongi," Y/N says once again.

"Y/N, what - what are you talking about?" I question, confused as to what she is attempting to say.

"That time when I was in the hospital for a couple days, I heard you," Y/N tells me.

"You - you hear - heard that?" I ask, feeling my eyebrows crinkle together.

"I heard your crying, I heard the music you played in my room, I heard your confession, I heard you. I could feel your hands holding my hand, I could feel your head rest on the left side of my hospital bed. I could hear you singing the lyrics to a song on your mixtape," Y/N chuckles, wiping her face.

Is she crying? I wonder, hearing her sniffle as she moves strands of hair out of her face. I don't say anything, I just stand waiting for what else Y/N needs to say. I can feel my heart beating hard in my chest as I wait.

"Yoongi, everyday your words run through my mind. Everyday I keep thinking 'did he really mean that?' or 'was he just fucking with me?' Everytime I see you I can't - I can't stop imagining a future with you," Y/N tells me, dropping her arms to her side.

"Y/N," I speak.

"And people tell me that imaging and making up scenarios about the person you love is not something you should do but I do. I make up scenarios about us, you and me and what we could be," Y/N continues.

The rain begins to pour, changing from the gentle drizzle to an aggressive stream of water. Love? She loves me?

"Y/N, let me speak please," I cut through her words.

Y/N stops talking and looks at me. Her lips are pressed together, forming a straight line as her mouth. Raindrops roll down from her head to her chin. I walk closer to her and take her hands, they're cold. I run my thumbs on the back of her hands as I try to force words out of my mouth.

"Y/N I - I am invested in you, I want to be with you. I want to be that one person on your mind. I want to be that person you can lean on when you're hurt. I want to be the one you tell first when something good happens. I want to be yours," I tell Y/N.

"You already are Yoongi," Y/N says.

I stop moving my thumbs and stare into her eyes. Even in this terrible rooftop lighting, they still look beautiful. She still and always will look beautiful. Y/N smiles.

"You already are that person," She repeats.

My heart feels like it's about to jump out of my chest at any moment from the emotions inside me.

"I don't know when it started but, you are that person to me. I just hope I'm that person for you," Y/N speaks.

Your POV

Am I that person for you? I wonder, looking down at our hands. If this goes wrong I want to remember the feeling of his hands in mine, the warmth he gives. The calm feeling that enters my body when he is around. The feeling of worry disappearing.

If I am, why am I doubting myself?

He pulls me into his arms, holding me tight. I can feel his breath on my neck as he grips my shirt. The push and pull away from my chest as he breathes deeply.

"Does that mean you'll be my girlfriend?" Yoongi asks, his voice muffled.

"What did you just say?" I ask.

Yoongi slowly pulls himself off me, his hands resting on my shoulders. I stare in confusion at him, actually more shock than confusion. Did I hear that right?

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Yoongi repeats.

"Are - are you sure about this?" I ask.

Please don't be a dream or prank. I pray

"About you being my girl?" Yoongi questions.

"I think it's about the only thing I'm sure of at this moment," He states, a gentle smile on his lips.

I'm not sure what I should say. What the correct words are to say. Y/N I swear to whatever god above, if you don't take this.

"Fuck it," I mumble under my breath.

"Yes, yes I will be your girlfriend," I tell Yoongi.

A large, gummy smile spreads on his face once the words escape my mouth. Yoongi chuckles and lifts me off the ground once again. I clutch onto him as we spin, repeating a scene. Yoongi places me back on the ground.

"As long as that means you'll be my boyfriend," I say.

"What more could I ask for?" Yoongi sighs, smiling.

I smile at Yoongi, watching his eyes form into a crescent shape. We're really doing this.

"Let's get you inside," Yoongi says.

He slings an arm over me and we walk towards the door to go back inside the hotel. Yoongi picks up his phone off the flower pot.

"How is your phone still working?" I question, looking at the wet phone.

"Magic," He answers, opening the door.

A/N: Hello you beautiful/handsome/amazing beans! I hope you liked this little chapter. I wish you a good day or night, stay safe and healthy luvs<3

P.S. - you are worthy of love<3