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Miracles in December-A Yoongi Scenario

Genre: Angst (Veeeery angsty)

Trigger Warning: Death Mentions

Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Synopsis:

Every year in December, we both met at our bench by the river. We both felt something strong between us. But some things just aren’t meant to be. Fate had something different in mind for us…

Day 2 of the Christmas Countdown with wonderful @taeinmycup !

Hope you enjoy<3

“It was the way his lips formed this gummy smile of his when he was excited what fascinated me about this young man.

Our first encounter, I was at a Christmas market, last-minute shopping for a present for my mother and I saw this wonderful bracelet which would perfectly match her usual jewelry. I reached out for it but my hand crashed against another, causing me to look up. And I saw him. Cheesy, right?

He chuckled at me. “I saw it first, though.”

“What happened to Ladies first, though?” I snapped back and cocked my eyebrow.

Surprised by my words, his mouth formed the smile I would happen to adore so much and he murmured: “Fine, take it. But in return…”

“You don’t get anything in return. There are losers and winners in life…you will win next time.” I cheekily said.

He snickered at my words, his dark eyes following me while I paid for the bracelet.

“In return…drink a cup of coffee with me.”

“Why that?”

“You should return my favor of leaving the bracelet to you. Normally, I don’t care if it is a lady or a guy, you know.”

“Why did you make an exception this time, Mr. I don’t care about anything?”

“I don’t know actually. So, go on a coffee with me, so I won’t regret my decision.”

“Deal.”

Shared laughter, sipping tea and coffee. We walked around for the whole day, actually forgetting time and place, just us.

He was a musician, a rapper who worked part-time as a barista, thus his love for coffee ( and also because he needed a drug to stay awake but he didn’t want to admit that ‘no coffee is art for me, what you talking about’).

I was 19 years old at that time, he was 21, we were so young and carefree, full of dreams and hope. He wanted to release a mixtape and I was studying at university to become a doctor.

We still had our whole lives ahead of us.

Sitting on the bench by the river for hours, the snow was covering our heads already, the people around us were playing around and passing our bench from time to time but we didn’t notice any of them.

After a while, I caught a look on my phone clock, hours passed and I would be totally late for family dinner at home.

“I am so sorry but I actually have to leave you now or I will miss my family dinner and my mom will freak out and I definitely don’t want this to happen. Here take this.” I said, standing up and handing him the little package with the bracelet in it.

“Why are you giving this to me?” He asked, a surprised look on his face.

“I will find something new…and you saw it first, so it is yours. Consider it my Christmas gift for you. Although I just know you for a couple of hours.” I chuckled.

“Well…thanks. But wait! Will I see you again? Can…can I have your number, maybe?”

“Oh, of course! Here you go!” I said and hastily wrote it on his hand with a pen.

“I really have to go now or I won’t be able to catch my train. It was nice to meet you, Yoongi. Let’s see each other again soon!” I smiled and gave him a quick hug and left him in total surprise.

But fate had other plans with the two of us…

And winter passed, Christmas was over (I actually got my mother another bracelet which she found really beautiful) and spring was knocking on the door. But Yoongi never called…

So, a year passed without any sign of him and I already forgot about him until it was time to find a new present for my mother and I was walking around the Christmas market without any clue what to get her. After what seemed like forever I actually got her something but I wasn’t content yet. There was something missing…I got myself a coffee and walked by the river, watching the people walking around, children playing in the snow which covered my head all over again.

I sat down on a near bench to just watch the scenery as I heard a voice from behind.

“You here…?”

I turned my head and looked into these strange but so familiar eyes which I hadn’t seen for a year.

My mouth formed a little ‘O’ and I immediately smiled when he came closer and sat down next to me.

“Yes, I am here. And you’re here, too.”

“Seems like it.” He chuckled and looked at me.

But then I remembered that this man who I had met last year at almost the same spot, same time, didn’t seem to be interested enough to just call me for the whole year.

I sadly looked down. “Why didn’t you…contact me?”

“I tried to but I never got a reply of you.” He murmured and I looked up in surprise.

“I would have replied if you sent me a text! I never got something…”

“That’s because you probably gave me the wrong number…it happened to be the number of an 18-year-old boy from Busan…his name is Jimin. He’s cool. I texted him instead of you then.” He laughed but the laugh somehow sounded bitter.

After an awkward silence, Yoongi finally broke it: “Why did you give me a wrong number? You could have just said you weren’t interested…I mean I wouldn’t have met Jimin but it was just a big disappointment to me…”

“I am sorry…I didn’t mean to give you a wrong number but I must have switched a number or something. Please don’t think of me like that… So, you are friends with that guy now? Seems cool. What happened this year in your life? Tell me.”

And he did. I still hope he really trusted me when I said that I didn’t want to give him a wrong number but I am still not sure if he did.

He got his first job as a songwriter. He just co-wrote something but he still talked very proudly about it and his eyes lit up in a beautiful way that somehow competed with the beauty of the snow falling from the sky.

He also got himself a girlfriend and they’ve been together for half a year now. When I asked why he was there with me, he simply shrugged:

“I was curious if you would be here. And I was right. You are here. Now, tell me about yourself. What happened in your year?”

My year had been a mess at that time and I just told him everything that I couldn’t tell any other person but him, because he was a stranger. But he didn’t feel like a stranger at all, it was like we were old friends which caught up after not having seen the other for a long time.

“I am sad to tell you I have to go now.” He announced, standing up.

My mood suddenly dropped to a low as he said these words and I stood up as well.

“So…this time we should exchange the right numbers?” I smiled but the look in his eyes were enough to tell me there was nothing to smile about.

“I would love to but you know, I have a girlfriend. I would rather not get too invested into this maybe you can understand me. Plus, I have a lot of work for which I may leave the country for a while so I will be really busy, it would be too hard to keep the contact. I am very sorry, I hope you understand.”

“Of course I do. You are a busy songwriter and the job is important. I wish you and your girlfriend the best of course and maybe we will see each other again…”

“I am sure we will as long as this bench is existing.” He chuckled and drew me in for a hug.

Another year went by, I visited our bench like usual and sat there drinking my coffee. But he didn’t come.

And another year, and another, and another…

I simply went there every year again but he didn’t come.

Only after 5 years, I was sitting there, now 25 years old, I have met the father of my children already, he was a fellow colleague in the hospital and I was unknowingly pregnant with my first child already.

I sat there in the cold and sipped on my coffee as I detected steps from behind and a loud cough that caused me to turn my head. He was standing there, his black hair full of snow. It was like these 5 years that passed after our second meeting, never happened. But they passed and it could be seen on him. Wrinkles by his eyes, a more serious look in them, a look of crushed dreams. And again his eyes competed with the nature around us-but this time it was which of them looked more dead…the winter which allowed no flower to blossom; or his eyes which allowed no hope or dream to rise again.

“Yoongi…” I wasn’t able to speak another word. I didn’t say anything else. Tears rose up my eyes, my cheeks were red from the cold. I didn’t say anything, no, I just lifted my hand and slapped it across his face. The next moment, I was so shocked by my own action but I somehow felt…relieved like it was something which I was holding in for such a long time.

“I guess I deserved that.” He smirked and held his hand against his now even more red cheek.

“I…I am sor…sorry, I don’t know what got into myself.”

“It is okay…I totally deserved that. I didn’t show up for quite a while, haven’t I? I should be the one to say sorry.” He sat down.

“You shouldn’t feel burdened to say sorry. We never had any sort of relationship or agreement that we would meet every year. We just happened to meet here and that’s it.”

“But you waited for me to come here the last years, right?”

“I did. But like I said, we didn’t have any sort of agreement; it was coincidence that we met.”

“It wasn’t. Maybe the first time…but the second time, I wanted to see you as much as you wanted to see me.”

“What are you talking about? I was just there to buy a present for my mother…”

“And that’s what you are doing this year as well?”

“No…she died last year.”

“Oh…I am sorry.” He quietly said and gently rubbed my shoulder.

“Where have you been the last 5 years?”

“Oh, I was here and there. The whole music-producing worked out at first but then it took a turn…to the bad. I am now a full-time barista who is trying to sell his shitty music.” He sadly stated.

“I am sure your music isn’t shitty.” I tried to lighten up his mood although I couldn’t tell how his music was; I have never listened to any of it.

“And your girlfriend?”

“Oh, she left me years ago.”

“Sorry to hear that.” I wasn’t sorry.

“What about you? Being a doctor yet?”

“I am, yes.” I smiled and then I inevitably had to think about my fiancée. Should I tell him? Or was it just my little secret? I didn’t want to tell him, actually.

“Wow. That’s great for you, I am happy to hear that. Five year…a long time, right?”

“Mhm…” I hummed in response and closed my eyes, letting the falling snow grace my closed eyelids.

He slowly took my hand and intertwined our fingers, kissing the back of my hand, so careful because he was scared he might break it. Silence fell upon us.

Another year went by and this time I was walking by the river with my husband and first child which had been born that year. And he was sitting there, as usual. I cursed myself for agreeing in walking by the river with my new family.

He caught a glimpse of us and just wanted to stand up but I could see that in a second of thinking about it, he decided against it. His gaze was lingering on me and his eyes were full of longing. I met his gaze in a similar way. But I looked away and to my husband as soon as our eyes met. The look on his face was burning in my mind the whole next year.

Until I walked by the river the next year again, alone.

He sat there, again, looking down most of the time, sipping on his coffee. He didn’t look up until I was standing right next to him and throwing a shadow on his body.

“Here you are. You didn’t tell me you are a mother of a child.”

“That’s because I didn’t know I was pregnant.”

“And that was your husband?”

“It was.”

“You look happy together.”

“We are.”

“You love him?” He simply asked, his eyes being a mirror to the environment around us. The snow was being reflected in them.

“Of course I do. He is the father of my children.”

“That wasn’t my question. You love him truly?”

I gulped. What did he want to say by that? What did he want to know?

“I…I…do?”

“Not as a question. Do you or not?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I just have to know!”

“Why though? You don’t know me! I owe you nothing! You still owe me a stupid bracelet, actually!” I hissed and got slightly mad. What game was he trying to play?

He chuckled. “It all started with that bracelet. Who would have thought that we would sit here 8 years after our first encounter? 8 years ago…your hair was lighter back then, right? You stopped coloring your hair when you got pregnant, right? You still had a very youthful look, very innocent and child-like. And your eyes were just…an ocean of blue diamonds. And your mouth, I hope you are more reserved now as a doctor, you were sassy as hell!” He laughed, causing me to laugh as well, forgetting about the feelings of being mad from before. Why was he saying those things?

“Yes, this encounter 8 years ago…it was a miracle somehow. A miracle that I could meet you. But a shame that we didn’t keep the contact. But some things aren’t meant to be, right?”

“Right. But you got this other friend Jimin.”

“Yeah, at least Jimin was there. I told him a lot about you, he said I was crazy to think that much about a girl which I just met once. But I just said I don’t mind being crazy, then.”

I smiled at his words, knowing how this feeling felt like because I went through the same after I had met him. But fate had had other things in mind for us.

“Why are you telling me those things?”

“I don’t even know. I wanted to do it two years ago but you were still mad at me so I just kept my mouth shut. I now hoped it wouldn’t be too late but I suppose it is.”

“Too late for what?”

“To be with you.” He whispered out, still hope in his husky voice that I adored.

But he was right. It was too late at this moment in life. I was happy with my husband, he was a total sweetheart and my children were the lights in my life.

As much as I longed for the man who was sitting next to me, I couldn’t tell him what he wanted to hear. And what I secretly wanted to hear from myself as well.

“I am sorry.” I cried out silently and took his hand in mine. The veins were popping out of his hand and it was far from soft, just like his personality. I caressed the back of his hand with my thumb as he reached out to my face with his other hand to stroke my cheek. With his fingers, he ran over my lips and then replaced them with his lips. And we stayed like that for an eternity, just kissing away the pain and despair which had been built up between us through the years.

We parted, catching for breath from a kiss that took all our energy and passion and he left without a word. And he left for good.

I was still sitting there every year but he would never come back, though. But I still waited, every year, as I got older people were only seeing an old woman sitting by the river, watching the scenery. My children were adults now, the lights of my life were having their own families now and I was proud to say that they were living a wonderful life. My husband died at age 63 from a heart attack. It was sad, he still had so many years to live and enjoy the beauty of the world but he had been taken away from me earlier. Fate had another plan for him.

But I, an old grey-haired woman, with wrinkles in her face was still sitting there every year, waiting for Yoongi, the charming, mysterious guy with the dreamy eyes which competed with the snow falling from the sky. With the gummy smile which caused me to smile as well, with the husky voice which transformed the simplest words in a poem.

But he never came, of course.

But another person came by and sat down on our bench, on a grey winter morning.

It was a man, not really tall, with an eye smile which could light up the whole world, probably. Despite his age, he had a very youthful look on his face; his eyes were full of life.

He reached into his jacket and gave me a white envelope with my name written on it.

I looked at the man in confusion.

“Take it, it is yours after all.”

“Who the heck are you?”

“Oh, right, he told me you had a loose mouth, he was right.” The man laughed as you opened the envelope.

“Who told you that?” I asked in the moment I caught a glimpse of what was put in the envelope. The question was being answered itself as I reached into the envelope and fished out a very certain bracelet. The bracelet.

“Yoongi…who are you? Where is he?” I asked in surprise to ever hear anything from him again.

“I am Jimin. The owner of the wrong phone number you wrote down for him. Thank you for that. I couldn’t have imagined a better best friend in my life than him.”

“You are welcome…I guess? Why isn’t he himself here giving me that? I mean I gave it to him as a present, why would he give it back? And why you?” I asked when it dawned on me.

“Yoongi…he died from heart failure last month. He knew that time was coming when we were getting old and he said I should wait until December to contact you if he dies. I thought I would meet you here.”

“Why didn’t he come again? I waited all the years here? You are joking, right? He is standing behind a tree or something?!”

“He isn’t there anymore, I am sorry. But he loved you, trust me. All he talked about in December, hell, the whole year he talked about you. In his last years even more. He never married, he tried to get into serious relationships but you know, nothing worked out. In the end, he was a broken man. He didn’t want you to see him like that.”

By then, my cheeks were flooded by tears as I was trying to find words to describe how I felt…but there weren’t words to describe this feeling of falling. Just like snow fell. I was falling, too, like someone pulled away the bench I was sitting on.

“What is this?” I asked as I hold a little piece of paper in between my fingers.

“Oh, he said those were just some lines he wrote for you. He never stopped writing these poems and song texts, though. He lived for music. I hope you will remember him a bit with these things. I have to go now. I wish you all the best. If there is something, call me. I still have that wrong number, ha.” He laughed and left me sitting alone, going through the text Yoongi had written in a messy handwriting. All over again. And I had the bracelet in my other hand. I stayed like this until it was dark and I had to go home.”

“That’s a beautiful story, Mrs. (Y/N). Now, it is time to go to bed, I think. Tomorrow you can continue to tell me the rest but you need some sleep.” The nurse said smiling and pulled the blanket over my body.

“It is a sad story, you don’t have to act like it’s a nice story.” I said, holding a piece of paper in my hand.

“Actually, it is a nice story. Some people aren’t as lucky as you to ever meet their soulmates but you did. That’s something you should consider. Now, have a good night.”

She closed the door and it was silent in my room. I am 87 years old now and living in an old people’s home. I actually never intended to live that long after hearing about Yoongi’s death. I still used to go to the river, hoping he would show up but of course, he never did.

Once I was too weak to live by my own, I joined this home and I was living some good years so far. The nurse already listened to that story a couple of times but I tend to forget I already told her. But she still listens curiously like she hears it for the first time.

It had been a long time without Yoongi and I felt my heart longing for him for quite a while now. Tonight was the night. It was December and I knew I would see him again. I just knew it.

I didn’t know if we were meant-to-be. I never found out in my life. But I would find out afterwards for sure. Death has to come first, the winter has to arrive before the flowers can blossom again; before something can blossom between the two of us-that’s how he would have said it.

I wasn’t afraid when I got to bed that night. I thought about it way too many times to be afraid. I wasn’t afraid because I just knew he would wait for me over there, with his gummy smile and eyes full of hope and dreams, his black hair covered in snow, just like he looked like when we met for the first time.

So I laid down, the bracelet around my wrist and the piece of paper in my hand which now was all crinkled by all the readings it went through.

I went to bed, knowing I would do my last breath and see the night sky the last time in my life. But I knew it would be the start of something new, something wonderful.

So I read these lines on the paper, in which I found comfort all these years, for the last time.

These lines were saying:

The magic of my encounter with you

Would be burning eternally in my soul.

Elusive touches, exchanged words

In a hurry,

Every year anew,

We met in the mass of people,

And time stopped for us

In the death of the year,

Right before life could blossom again.

But that’s how fast we parted again

Even before there could blossom something between us,

Every year anew.

Were we meant-to-be?

I would never know it in a life-time

But I know that these moments with you

Were my ‘Miracles in December’.

I read it. All over again.

Eventually, I closed my eyes.

Silence fell upon me.

Hope you liked it!:3

The prose poem was written by me to get a start for this story. It is very different from what I have written in the past, how did you like it? Feedback is as always very appreciated:3

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