Yoongi Alternate Ending

Yoongi blinked his eyes open. A generic girl group song rang loudly through the small apartment. He lifted his head from his extraordinarily soft pillow. Groaning and scrunching up his face at the fast and swift movement. He scratched at his belly, yawning as he turned the alarm off.

He sat there in his messy bed dozing in and out of sleep. Simply put, Yoongi was tired. Not only physically, but mentally. Tired of waking up every day at the same time doing the same exact things. Tired of always being frowned upon by his family and friends for his life choices.

Nonetheless, he was okay with it.

He knew what he had to do to get by. He knows what he has to say in order to keep relationships. Would he like things to be easier? Of course, but

Yoongi scrunched up his face, failing to shed his sleep deprived eyes from the blinding store lights. He was welcomed in, as usual, but the voice was different. Very different. Instead of the regular, deep voice he often heard resonating from Namjoon, he heard a smoother sounding voice. Even though the words were short and simple, the way each syllable was pronounced was sweet, like honey.

Yoongi’s head shot up with a weird mixture of curiosity and confusion. Eyes widendening at the sight. He saw a man with vibrant orange hair and a blinding smile. His smile was loud. Really loud. Almost comical. Consequently, Yoongi felt a bit awkward to say the least. Maybe it's because he hasn't see many people who worked there, especially overtime, smile so brightly. He doesn't really know why, but he weirdly wants to see it again.

He had small dimples poking out of the corner of his mouth. This factor made Yoongi smile silently to himself. He quickly composed himself, however, and put on his previous resting face. He looked up again at him. Unintentionally examining every little detail of his face with wonder. His face was pure. Everything about him screamed gentle and pure. Nonetheless, his eyes screamed something else. Yoongi couldn't quite put his finger on it. They didn't see malicious, or filled with evil intent, but rather