You stared up at the ceiling for what seemed like hours. The clock on the dresser told you it was 9AM and you felt as though you hadn't gotten any sleep at all. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed you made your way to the dresser and began rummaging through it. You pulled out several drawers and looked through them before picking up a pair of basketball shorts and tossing them on the bed along with a plain white t-shirt. Out of sheer curiosity, you opened the last drawer and immediately you felt your heartbeat stop. You reached out to caress the fabric with your fingertips with a shaky hand. In the drawer rested the jerseys you and Yoongi had made with your names on them for his birthday one year. Both black, his said "SUGA" with a 93, yours said "(y/n)" with your own birth year printed on it. He had kept them. Both of them. After all this time.

You curled your fingers around the lettering of your name and lifted it gently from the drawer. You rested the fabric on the bed and sniffed happily before instinctively going to the closet for a towel. You headed to the bathroom for a shower, forgetting that it wasn't just the four of you anymore. The shower was hot and relaxed your tense muscles. You stood there under the flowing water for quite a while before stepping out and wrapping the towel around yourself.

You exited the bathroom, but immediately were pulled into a nearby bedroom. "Sia, why were you out there in just a towel?" Taehyung rubbed his forehead with a sigh.

"Your girlfriend won't be too pleased if she finds a naked woman in your bedroom, you know." You chuckled to yourself and Taehyung immediately covered his eyes, his ears tinting a dark red.

"I am so sorry! Please don't tell Yoongi!"

"you're all so scared of him." You chuckled to yourself and shook your head. "Trust me, Sweetie, if you knew what he was like behind closed doors, none of you would be so scared."

"I-I'm not scared." Taehyung stuttered turning his head to look at the wall.

"Oh, please." You scoffed, smoothing out your towel. "I get it, he's intimidating. If he ever gets to be too much for you, just send him my way. I'll handle it."

Taehyung looked everywhere but at your practically naked body before mumbling a thank you and pointing toward the door.

You just laughed again with a shrug before heading out of the room and back to Yoongi's room. As you entered the room, you froze. Yoongi stood next to the bed with the jersey in his hand. He just stood there, staring at it, gently rubbing it between his fingers. As quietly as you could, you made your way to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your body against his back. "You kept them both."

"They were a gift. I wasn't going to throw them out." He scoffed and rubbed one of your arms before pulling out of your embrace. "Besides, I knew you'd kill me if you came back and they were gone."

"Well, they were pretty expensive for a teenaged kid." You gave him a small smile, but he sighed, sitting down on the bed. "Yoongi, Baby, I know you're not ready, but please, I just…" You reached one hand out to him hoping he would take it.

Yoongi stared at your outstretched hand and exhaled sharply. "This doesn't mean anything. Don't read into it, because it may never happen again." Taking ahold of your hand, he pulled you onto his lap and in an instant your face was buried in the crook of his neck. You gave his jawline soft kisses as you nuzzled into him. He lightly traced his fingers along the length of your arm and for a moment it was pure bliss. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and stared down at you. "Jagi…" Yoongi gave you a sad smile before lifting you into his arms and resting you on the bed. He laid himself down next to you and held you tight, much like he had done years ago when you were having a bad day, or when you were sick.

"Yoongi…"

"Shh. Just stay here with me Angel." Yoongi cooed as he pulled you against his chest, stroking your wet hair.

You nodded, tangling your legs in his and resting your head on his chest. You had waited so long to be back in Yoongi's arms and there was nothing you wanted more in the past four years than to be where you were now. Even if it was for the last time.

Knocking the towel loose in the process you wrapped one arm around Yoongi's torso and sighed. He was so warm. His arms were home and you never wanted to leave them again.

A knock brought you back to reality and you looked up to the door to see Hoseok's big grin. "There now. Isn't that better?"

Yoongi scoffed and sat up, rolling his eyes. In one motion, he grabbed the blanket and covered your bare body. "I was comforting my-" Yoongi thought for a moment before continuing. "I was comforting her."

Your heart sank as you watched him with eyes full of tears. "Yoongi, when the hell are you going to give up this act?" Hoseok hissed making his way to the bed and kicking the door closed behind him.

"What act?"

"Don't you what act me." Hoseok deposited your head in his lap and grabbed the towel from beside you to rub at your wet hair. "Before she disappeared, you were crazy for (y/n)."

"Don't you mean Gaeul?" The older boy just scoffed and folded his arms over his chest. Why was he suddenly being like this? You reached for your jersey and clutched the fabric to your chest before opening your mouth to say something, but Hoseok cut you off.

"I mean (y/n). Your girlfriend. Love of your life." He narrowed his eyes at Yoongi and pursed his lips before continuing. "Tell you what, Suga. Open the top drawer of your desk. Look inside. If you feel nothing, I'll drop it and I'll make sure (y/n) does too."

"I'm right here you know." You huffed, tugging on Hoseok's leg, but he just shushed you.

Yoongi scoffed and placed a hand on the drawer handle. "You both better drop it after this." He yanked on the handle and gave the drawer a cold stare before his eyes softened. He looked almost sad, regretful. His eyes found their way back to you, but the words he wanted to say escaped him. He stood there for several moments just staring at you before ripping his gaze from yours and making long strides to the door, slamming the door as he left.

You gave Hoseok a look of confusion as he continued to rub the towel against your wet hair. "The hell was that all about?"

He just chuckled and smiled down at you. "The day you disappeared was harder on Yoongi than you think. He- he should probably be the one to tell you this." He bit his lip and looked away from you and you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Hobi, I swear. If you don't tell me, I'll drop the bomb to Namjoon AND Yoongi about that time in the eighth grade that we-"

"Okay! Alright, no need for drastic measures. Yoongi… He was going to propose to you that day."

Your jaw nearly hit the floor. You hadn't expected anything like that. Sure you had always talked about marriage, kids, a house with a big back yard, but you were both part of a gang and you knew none of that was real. It was just talk. Rubbing the jersey between your hands, you stared up at Hoseok's grin. "Yeah, like Namjoon would have let him propose. What was he going to do, officiate the wedding himself?"

Hoseok shrugged as he hummed. "I don't know all the details of the arrangement, you'd have to ask Joonie about that."

You groaned, flopping onto your stomach. You had been so selfish to go after Big Bang alone. What would life have been like if you'd have stayed? If you'd have married Yoongi? You would probably never find out now and knowing that crushed you. "W-what was in the drawer then?" You stuttered over your words and swallowed hard, but he just sighed.

"The ring."