Dream To Be With You ✨ [ Yoongi × Reader ]

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Yoongi POV

After the wedding, we all headed back home. The atmosphere was still filled with the joy and laughter from the celebration. Our families and friends gathered for a post-wedding lunch, sharing stories and relishing the precious moments.

As we sat together, I turned to Yn and asked, "Did you pack our luggage kitten?" She replied with a smile, "Yes, everything is packed and ready to go." I nodded in approval, appreciating her efficiency.

Glancing at my BTS brothers, I asked, "Did you guys pack too?" They responded in unison, assuring me that they were all set for the journey back. I saw Yn engrossed in a conversation with her mom, and I couldn't help but smile at the bond they shared.

Feeling a bit tired, I excused myself and went to our room for some much-needed rest. The anticipation of the wedding and the emotional whirlwind had taken its toll, and a short nap seemed like the perfect remedy

Taehyang POV

In the midst of the bustling living room, I found myself sitting on the couch, my mind consumed by conflicting thoughts. The impending departure from India weighed heavily on my heart, and an unresolved matter lingered like a shadow – my unspoken feelings for Alia.

Jungkook, ever observant, approached me, sensing the turmoil within. "Hyung, what's on your mind?" he inquired, his eyes reflecting genuine concern. Unsure whether to divulge my inner struggles, I hesitated. Nevertheless, the weight of unexpressed emotions compelled me to share.

"I haven't told Alia about my feelings yet, and today is our last day in India," I confessed, the words escaping with a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation. Jungkook, offering a comforting presence, encouraged me to be truthful. "You should tell her, Hyung. It's now or never. I've seen the way you look at her; it's time to be honest," he advised, his words resonating with the urgency of the moment.

As Jungkook left me to contemplate, Alia, completely unaware of the internal struggle, approached with a tray of snacks. "Taehyung oppa, try these. I made them," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with genuine excitement. I hesitated, claiming fullness, but Alia, persistent and beaming, insisted, "Come on, just a bite." Unable to resist her infectious enthusiasm, I relented, taking a bite and acknowledging her culinary skills.

Alia, satisfied with my response, turned to leave. However, a sudden determination seized me, and I gently held her hand, silently indicating a desire for a private conversation. Leading her to the terrace, Alia, curious yet unsuspecting, asked, "Why did you bring me here, oppa?"

Taking a deep breath, I felt the weight of my impending confession. "I might be about to break our friendship, but promise me you won't ignore me after I tell you," I requested, the gravity of my words lingering in the air. Confusion painted Alia's expression as she questioned, "Why would I ignore you, oppa?"

Gazing into her eyes, I laid bare the truth. "I like you, Alia. I've liked you since I saw you a year ago during Yoongi Hyung's engagement. I thought it was just a crush, but it's more than that," I admitted, my voice carrying the weight of unspoken sentiments.

Alia's reaction was not what I had hoped for. "Oppa, I didn't think about you in that way. I see you as a brother, as a friend. I'm not ready for a relationship, especially after the recent breakup. I hope you understand. I'm sorry," she explained, her words piercing through the hopes I had dared to nurture.

Assuring her that no apology was necessary, we returned downstairs. The unspoken tension between us lingered, casting a somber note on our remaining time in India. As the evening unfolded, we prepared to depart for the airport, carrying with us the remnants of unexpressed feelings and the promise of uncertain futures.

Y/n pov

As we reached the airport, the air was charged with a blend of emotions. My BTS brothers, along with Eomma and Appa, prepared to bid farewell to India, returning to Korea. Their departure marked the end of a beautiful chapter that unfolded during our wedding festivities.

The departure lounge echoed with a mix of sentiments. My BTS brothers, who had adapted to India in these weeks, expressed a touch of sadness at leaving.

Jungkook oppa sighed, "It's hard to believe we're leaving. India has its charm."

Namjoon oppa  nodded, "Beautiful place, beautiful people

Hoseok oppa, with his infectious energy, suggested, "Maybe we should come back to India for our next vacation. What do you think, Yn?"

Taehyung oppa, always the optimist, smiled, "Yeah, let's make it an annual tradition!"

Yoongi , displaying his usual calm demeanor, added, "Sounds like a plan

Meanwhile, my mother's eyes welled up with tears. Alia, injecting humor as always, teased me about not shedding tears, implying a supposed eagerness to escape.

Alia playfully remarked, "Yn, not shedding a tear? Are you secretly thrilled to escape?"

I rolled my eyes, responding, "Alia, it's not like that. I just prefer to avoid unnecessary drama."

Jimin oppa chimed in, "Come on, Yn, a few tears won't hurt. It's a Bollywood-worthy moment!"

Jin oppa added, "True, but our Yn is not the melodramatic type."

Deep inside, the desire to cry tugged at my heart. I was sensitive, but I concealed it from everyone, especially my family. The only solace was that I could freely express my emotions in front of Yoongi. Suppressing a smile, I controlled the urge to let the tears flow in the presence of my loved ones.

Alia hugged me, conveying her affection and bidding farewell. As they departed, my BTS brothers, Eomma, and Appa left for their flight back to Korea.

Namjoon oppa waved, "See you next week, Yn!"

With a smile, I replied, "Definitely!"oppa

Walking hand in hand with Yoongi toward our flight, the mix of emotions settled into anticipation. The unknown adventure of our honeymoon awaited, and with my newlywed husband by my side, I eagerly looked forward to uncovering each moment of our journey.