BTS Imagines 2

Yoongi ♡ Black Swan

"Yoongi! Yoongi!" I shout running towards him and tackling him in a hug.
"Hi Y/n!"
Both our parents laugh simultaneously at our cute reunion.
"C'mon Y/n." Yoongi grabs my hand excitedly.
He pulls me into a small room he uses for playing music.
"I wanna show you a new song I learned." He says.
"Yoongi wait." I stop him. "Can I see them?"
"I don't know."
"Please?" I beg.
"Okay. But I don't wanna get in trouble."
"You won't."
In an instant, a pair of small, fuzzy, black wings emerge from Yoongi's back. I let out an excited squeal.
"Yoongi they're so pretty!" I gush.
"I know. You've said that like a bajillion times."
"Yeah but they are really pretty. You're so pretty!" I ruffle his hair.
"Hey stop that." He gently swats my hand away, his cheeks turning pink.
"Yoongi your cheeks are pink."
"No they're not. Just c'mon. I wanna show you the song I learned."
He sits on the piano bench, leaving enough room for me to sit. I move next to him, scooting as close as I can get as he rests his fingers on the keys. He starts playing a beautiful melody. I started to run my fingers over the feathers on Yoongi's wings as he pressed down on the piano keys. I always play with his wings when he's at the piano. I think Yoongi likes it too, but he won't tell me.

I remember when I first saw Yoongi's wings and he told me he was a black swan. We were both six years old. I wasn't weirded out, I was intrigued. I asked if he could fly. He said not yet, but he was practicing.
When we were about thirteen he told me he could fly for about a mile before he started to get tired. As for his music, he continued playing the piano and getting better all the time. I'd say I started developing feelings for him around the age of sixteen. I pushed it away for years, just thinking I was confused. When we were eighteen, I went to his house after our high school graduation. He held me in his arms as he flew into the sky. It was the most thrilling experience of my life. My heart raced just being so close to him. I enjoyed laying my head on his chest as he flew above the city.
Throughout high school, Yoongi started dabbling in making beats on his computer and mixing it with his piano playing. He was really good at it. He even started writing lyrics and practiced rapping.

Now we're both in our early twenties and living in an apartment together as roommates.
Yoongi and I laid on opposite ends of the couch, staring mindlessly at the tv.

"Hey." He nudged me with his foot. "Let's order lamb skewers."
"Nah. I want chicken."
"Let's order both."
"Are you paying?" I asked, lifting my head to look at him.
"If you place the order."
"Deal." I reached for my phone, dialing the number for our favorite restaurant.
After I called in the order I crawled over to Yoongi, laying down and resting my head on his chest.
"You're crushing me." He said.
"Liar."
He let out a sigh. "Alright."
"You're comfy."
"You're annoying."
"Yeah sure." I rolled my eyes, snuggling closer to Yoongi. "I can hear your heart racing."
"Stop that." He said.
I looked up and saw his cheeks were pink.
"Ahhh look at your little dumpling cheeks." I giggle, squishing his face.
"Stop you know I hate when you say that." He said, his cheeks getting redder.
"Okay." I laughed, rolling off of him. "I'll stop."
"Hey where are you going?" He asked.
"Leaving you alone."
"I didn't tell you to leave. I just said you're annoying."
"So you want me to come back?"
"Yes." He spoke quietly.
I laughed as I walked back over to him. He scooted over giving me some space to lie down next to him. As soon as I made contact with the couch, Yoongi snaked his arm around me, pulling me close to him like a clingy kola.

Since Yoongi and I grew up together, we're super close. We're always messing around with each other and cuddling. Me more than him, but only because I like getting him flustered and he's not too open with his affectionate gestures.

"I know I tease you a lot, but I don't mind you being cuddly." He admitted.
"I know." I sigh, resting my head on his chest.
I laid there listening to Yoongi's soft breathing which was slowly lulling me to sleep.