One Day He Will Know
originally posted on my side blog @bde-softwonho
Word Count: 3,572
Paring: Bang Yongguk x Singer Female Reader
Genre: Angst
Summary: You always loved Yongguk, why wouldn’t you though? But what happens when he finds out?
Song to play while reading: Why Won’t You Love Me- 5 Seconds Of Summer
The Truth Untold- BTS
Stay With Me- Sam Smith
The lyrics in the story I wrote myself. Please don’t steal them.
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One day he’ll find out, he’ll find out as you asleep.
One day he’ll find out, he’ll find it out as you hold it in.
He’ll find out what you thought was unimaginable.
You can lie awake at night believing your secret is safe.
But remember, He knows You.
I always loved him. The way he spoke, walked and looked at me. I loved him so much it drove me insane. It got to the point that the simple thought of him frustrated me. He was everything I wanted in a partner and more. But I knew he’d never feel the same way, and yet I could never stop thinking about what could possibly be.
He was closest to perfection the world would ever see. He was always so kind to me. He never took what I said for granted. Each year on my birthday he made sure to at least call, and he never missed it. Even when he was training to debut. He always found a way to get to me. He kept me grounded. He made sure I ate, slept, laughed, and smiled. He was with me when I got my heart broken for the first time, he was there by my side as my parents got divorced, and even though he graduated before me, he made sure to be with me all throughout the rest of high school. He always cheered me on, no matter what.
Over the years, I tried thinking of other people that took an interest in me, and even though some shared qualities of him. They were missing one thing. They weren’t him. It destroyed me. My mother and father always inquired why I remained single, and commended me for it. Saying I should be single for as long as I possibly can. But they never failed to bring him up. They’d tell me how we’re so close and that it would make sense if we ended up together. My siblings would bring him up also, and all it did was anger me more.
Then one day it happened. He found out. It was after one of my band’s concerts. I had written a new song and performed it that night. I had to get out of my head. I told the crowd that it was for a boy I’d fallen in love with many years ago.
"Okay, I’m really nervous guys! Please do me a favor and sway your arms in the air for me and close your eyes, is that okay?“
The crowd replied in a scream. The screams of some 20,000 people.
I walked up to the piano, sat down and stared at my shaking hands. He caused this mess. I began placing my fingertips gently on the keys and sang.
Say it again, without that damn smile.
Tell me you care and that you’ll stay for a while.
Look me in the eyes and hold me close,
Tell me you won’t leave as my tears overflow.
Because you’ll never know what you do to me
And you’ll never figure out why.
Say it again, tell me how you’re oh so proud of me
Tell me that you’re my biggest fan
and that you’ll never leave me be.
Look at me the same way you always have.
Tell me I’m your best friend
So that I’ll know my love is a dead-end.
I love you, I always have and always will.
But you always blow my wishes like a daffodil.
I love when you smile at me like I’m best I’ll ever be.
But you always make me cry, you’re like the sky.
Always surrounding me, but too far.
I love your calls even when you’re to be asleep.
Perhaps one day you’ll know me as me.
And perhaps you love me back.
But don’t tell me, show me.
Say it again, without that damned voice.
That damned voice that tells me no lies.
Say it again, but don’t be disappointed.
Don’t be disappointed when I retaliate.
I love it when you look at me.
Like you’ve longed for the moon to shine once again.
I love you… I always have.
But you make me so sad, you make me so mad.
I love you. I always will.
But you make me yell, you make me cry.
I want to love you. I want to keep you.
But I can’t, I never deserved you.
So say it again. Tell me you care.
Tell me you’ll be there.
Tell me you’re not leaving.
I can never let you know the truth,
I have to keep the mask on.
I can never wake up from this bad dream.
I can never escape the rain and thunder.
So I’ll say it again, I’ll say I don’t care.
Tell you to leave.
I’ll say it again ‘till I die, I’ll say I’m not crying.
I’ll tell you to let me go.
So say it again, say you care.
The piano ceased, but the tears hadn’t. I was a mess, I was surprised that I even made it halfway through it. I looked at the crowd. They were dead silent. My bandmates looked at me with tears in their eyes like I broke their hearts.
"So… did you guys like it?”
The place stayed quiet, though a few claps were audible, then it grew. Soon enough the entire hall was filled with deafening cheers. My eyes swelled with pride and tears once more. My members ran over to me as I stood up, they engulfed me in a group hug, and it was a good thing, I could barely stand on my own.
Thirty minutes passed and the concert was over. I walked backstage and the staff applauded me and patted my back. They told me how the song chilled them to the bone. I turned to our manager as she tapped my shoulder.
“Hey (y/n), someone’s back in your dressing room, he said he wants to talk to you right now.”
“Well, did he say what his name is?”
“Yongguk, Bang Yongguk.”
My eyes protruded out my sockets, a concerned smile covered my face, but on the inside, I was delighted. I excused myself and walked towards the dressing room. As I entered the room, I found the lights to be turned off.
“How odd.”
But when I flicked them on, I jumped back. He was napping on my sofa, he looked so tired, I felt bad.
“Yongguk, wake up-” I pushed his feet to the ground- “What are you doing in New York? I thought you were in Korea.”
He looked at me with a new expression that I wasn’t familiar with.
“Sorry about that. I- uh. I left TS.”
His words shook my heart. I fell into the couch. My thoughts traveled faster than my heart could beat. My hands began shaking again.
“When?”
Yongguk looked down, guilt swam all over him. He knew how much B.A.P meant to me. He told me he left back in August. I looked through all my social media seeing that not a single soul mentioned it.
“Well, I hope whatever you do now makes you joyous.”
“I hope so too. I’m just glad whatever I choose to do now won’t reflect on the boys.”
We proceeded to sit there, not sure how to carry on with the conversation. I glanced over at him and saw that his hands were quivering too. Then he looked back at me and smiled.
“That song you sang, I love it. What’s its name?”
“La Douleur Exquise. It’s French for the heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.” I looked down at my trembling hands, my heart began slowly, I hated this feeling I incessantly felt with him.
“So… which boy that broke your heart is it about?” The depressing thing was he wasn’t wrong.
“That’s unimportant, Yongguk.” I walked over to my mirror and fixed my hair. He did it again.
“It’s important to me (y/n), I want to know.” He walked next to me and began making faces in the mirror.
I looked over at him annoyed that he caused me to smile.
“Why are you here, Yongguk?” I saw an expression of hurt, “I mean, It’s not that I don’t want you here, it’s just, why are you-” I motioned to the dressing room- “Here?”
He stuffed his hands in his pockets, “I wanted to talk to you, face to face, and not over facetime.”
I then motioned for him to sit back at the couch. He was causing me to become nervous again. I wasn’t certain what Yonggguk wanted to talk about, but from the look on his face, I wasn’t in a rush to find out either. I hopped onto the counter and shut my phone off. I looked over at him concerned. Yongguk was almost never like this. Then he motioned for me to sit next to him. I hesitated, the atmosphere changed into a feeling of hostility on my end, and apprehension on his.
As I sat, Yongguk brought his hands to his face. His breathing was shaky and hasty. His feet had stared a nervous tick, and it was contagious. We were both prone to severe anxiety. Yongguk looked at me with apologetic eyes.
“What is it, Yongguk?” My expression became anxious as well.
“Oh, now you’re concerned?” His eyes gawked at me, causing me to feel guilty, “Sorry.” He rubbed his hands together, still hesitating.
“Spit it out already!” impatience had gotten the better of me.
Yongguk avoided my gazed again, “I messed up (y/n), and I don’t mean I messed up with TS. I messed up with someone important to me.” and right at that moment, my heart began breaking.
“Wi-with who, Yongguk?” I tried masking my hurt.
“A girl. I’ve been in love with her and I let her slip away. I tried my best to show her that I care about her and that I love her, but I missed my chance. I let her slip through my fingers, and she’s probably better off.”
“Oh,” I breathed, I really regretted wanting to know.
“Do you know how that feels, (y/n)?” His eyes met mine, and he looked so lost and remorseful. It pained me so much, I almost began crying. My lungs tightened.
“Yeah… yeah Yongguk, I know how that feels. It’s like you had so many opportunities to tell them how you felt, how you truly felt, and you missed them all. You’ll never know what could have happened. Even though you’re certain they’d reject you, you never stop thinking of all the 'what ifs’.” My hands stopped shaking, but my heart and lungs never recovered.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been so disappointed in myself before, (y/n).”
“What’s she like?” at this point, I embraced suffering.
“She’s precious, Quick-witted, and sassy. She cold and unapproachable on the outside, but once you get to know her, you’ll see that she’s really caring, and the only reason she’s cold is that she’s been hurt before. You’d love her if you got the chance to met her. She can make anyone feel special. God, I messed up. She’s in love with someone else, (y/n).”
“I know how that feels, Yongguk.” My blood began boiling, I was infuriated that a girl had all his love and attention and took no note of it, and the sad part was that it was more than likely the girl in his Portrait video. I was infuriated that I couldn’t take his pain away.
“What about you (y/n), what’s he like? The boy you sang about?” He looked over at me with desolation.
“Well, he’s overly caring, he’s like my biggest inspiration. He too looks mean on the outside, but when he starts talking…” I couldn’t help myself from smiling, “When he starts talking, you find out he’s a big sweetheart… and I always push him away. But he comes back. He’d never like me back. I’m too unpredictable.”
Out of nowhere, Yongguk pulls me into his embrace, placing my head on his shoulder.
“What if that’s one of the things he likes about you?”
“How would you know that? You don’t- you don’t even know who he is.” I moved and began retaliating in defense. He’d never know.
“Then tell me, (y/n). Tell me who he is, the only guys I know about are the ones you went to school with, and last I checked they all cheated on you. So who is it? Is it them, or is it Jongup. I know you two have gotten pretty close over the years. Or is Yoongi? Wonho, Younghyun? You always went for the '93 line.” He moved so that he was facing me.
“No,“ my voice was hushed but dead and bone-chilling.
Yongguk was out of my vision, but I could tell he got the chills.
He stared at me with gawking eyes. My vision began to blur but didn’t sting. I needed him to stop pressing the question before it was too late.
"So is it about one of your band mates?” He too started sounding like me.
“Why do you care so much? Huh, Yongguk? Why do you need to know so badly? It doesn’t matter, you know that, right?”
“Was it about me, (y/n)?”
I stood up defensively. My tears had finally begun bubbling over. I began shouting profanities at him. His eyes grew wide. I spun on my right heel and stormed out. I was used to his brother-like protectiveness. But normally, Yongguk would leave alone it the second I told him to. But now it was almost like he believed that he needed to know every little detail of my life.
It was tearing me apart. Never before had he taken my lyrics this serious unless they were my mental illnesses. He always told said my love songs were sappy and beyond my years. For years, I had never written a song about him, but the one time I do, Yongguk feels that he needs to know.
“(Y/N), don’t walk out that door.” He stood too, voice deeper.
“Guess what I’m going to do Yongguk!” I turned around one last time before my hand grazed the door nob.
Next thing I knew I pressed against a wall. My eyes had closed anticipating the collision of my body and the wall that never happened. Yongguk had me pinned without even touching me. All he had to do was stand in front of me. I couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes. He looked intensely at me, telling that I should have listened to him.
“I’m only going to ask you it again, (y/n). And it would be best if you didn’t lie to me. For your sake and mine.” He kept his gaze fixed on me, “Who?”
I tried to walk away, but he moved his arm in my way. I attempted to shove it, but he stopped that too. At that point, I was ready to fight. I only had two choices; scream, or fight. Telling him the truth was not on the table. So, I choose the later.
I first used my left hand. I had to get rid of my handicap first. As expected, Yongguk grabbed it before it could reach his sleeve cuff, without effort. Then my right hand charged for his collar. I had an excellent grip on it, but he softly held my wrist. I continued trying to shake his grip, but he was stronger by default.
He looked me in the eyes, they looked like he was tired and sad.
“Please, (y/n), stop fighting me. You’ve been doing it for years. Just for this once, stop… stop fighting me.”
Yongguk let go of my left hand, but he continued holding onto my right. He rubbed small comfort circles into it.
“No. I refuse. You don’t understand.” I stared back at, attempting my death glare once more.
“Fine.” his hands dropped, and so did his heart beat. Yongguk pulled me into his depressed embrace, “I just thought that… I’m sorry, (y/n). You’re right. This is none of my business.”
“Yes, please Yongguk, make me the bad guy!”
He walked away, dragging his feet ever so slightly. He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.
“Please don’t make me do this,” my voice was just as hushed as my gaze on the ground.
He continued walking and hesitated for the door nob.
“You.”
“What?”
“I’m not saying it again. You were right.”
He stood at the door, fingers barely touching it, frozen in place. One last tear escaped my eyes. He looked over at me, eyes larger than I’ve ever imagined.
“I never imagined your eyes could get any bigger, Yongguk.”
“Say that again.” His hand fell from the door.
“Which part?” I quietly smiled.
“The first part. You said, 'You were right.’ What did you mean… when you said I was right?”
“I-I wrote the song about you. Yongguk.”
Yongguk walked closer to me, but still maintained a distance I was comfortable with.
“I’m sorry.”
“Why?”
“Because you don’t feel the same.” My words got choked in my lungs but I had to get it out. “You’re in love with another girl, and even though I want to beat her for not taking note of your care, I’m not mad at you, Yongguk. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. At least you know now.”
“For how long?”
“Let’s see, I’m 22, and you’re 25… so about ten years. Maybe more. Let’s just say 15 just be safe.”
Yongguk walked a little closer, he stared intently at my expression, the tears running down my face. He raised his arms up weakly, asking me for a hug. I gave in and held onto his shirt as I buried my face in his chest, attempting to memorize his scent and care because it was likely that was the last time I would allow him to hold me close.
“I don’t-I’m sorry."
Those very words shattered the remainder of my heart, it knocked the wind out of me. My gut ached. My face crinkled into an ugly cry.
"I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, and I know this is way too rushed, but I don’t know how else to convince you. But I feel the same way. I have this whole time. Well for the last 4 years to be exact. I’m sorry I always made you feel like I saw you as my best friend and nothing more. I didn’t mean for that.”
I pushed away from his embrace and met his eyes. Yongguk was sincere in what he was telling me, but I couldn’t accept it. I became even more hurt. It was almost as if I would rather have him tell me that I was right. That he didn’t feel the same, that he was in love with someone else.
“You don’t mean that. You don’t fall in love with someone… and only refer to them as your 'best friend’ to everyone you meet. You don’t always remind them that you only see them as a friend with every little action you do. At least you got somethings right; you never take for granted what I say. You always remind me you care, and you make sure to check up on me at least once a week. But you don’t fall in love with someone and film a romantic music video and put someone else in it. You don’t do that Yongguk.
"If you’re in love with someone you do what I do. You do all you can to make them feel special. You strip down all your walls and defenses for them and them only. You never stop thinking about them. You think about them so much that it frustrates you. You get nervous when you’re around them. You always make sure that they know that you appreciate them. You make sure they’re okay, and you make sure they tell you. You love them, Yongguk.” My head never stopped shaking and it spread to the rest of my body. My tears grew so painfully hot.
Yongguk’s face looked like he’d been repeatedly punched in the gut. He too stared to cry.
“I understand that you have difficulties with expressing your emotions, I do too. But you have to at least try Yongguk. You have to at least try to let them in.”
He walked closer to me, placing his trembling hands on my shoulders. Then pulled me back into his embrace. Only this time he felt like regret and remorse. Yongguk rubbed my head as his left hand clutched me. He buried his face in my neck, and all I could do was stand there, tense. I eventually brought my arms to his back and held on too.
“(Y/N), I do love you, and I’m sorry I have a terrible way of showing it. "I know you, so don’t worry. I won’t kiss you just yet, but be prepared. I have 15 years to make up for. Just wait.”
“I can’t wait, Yongguk.”
He pulled away and stared back into my eyes once more before placing his forehead against mine, rubbing my arms. Our noses touched as we moved.
“I, Bang Yongguk, promise to love you for as long as you allow me.”
“I, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), also promise to love you for as long as you allow me.”
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