Aberrations || 9
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Characters: Yoongi x Reader (Just a little bit more, I promise)
A/N: The next part will be the last. Also, I recommend listening to Hold Me Tight by BTS (obviously) for this chapter. The vocal part will be the Reader’s and the rap part is Yoongi’s. Enjoy, lovelies!
Life had slowed down in some stages for me while picked up pace in other stages.
I no longer could tell where my nights went, quiet and spent in the solace of my bedroom while my laptop played all the hits of misery and melancholy and chocolate ice cream was my main man and my bed my soul mate. The nights never seemed to want to stay though, slipping through my fingers like sand, 10 hours passing by in the blink of an eye. I would close my eyes and it would be day.
The days however dragged on and on and on.
I couldn’t afford to sit at home all the time so I had to go to classes, sitting through them distracted and not getting anything except marks for attendance. I figured, I could always ask one of my classmates for help getting the coursework…when I got over the catastrophe my life had become.
There were two classes I avoided like the plague though; Singing and Music Production.
There was no way Sehun or Min Yoongi would be missing their classes over me and I was in no way ready to look either of them in the eye yet. I had to sit in one of the on campus cafes but the hours always seemed to go like a snail weaving its way through a maze of salt.
I had cursed Time to the very pits of hell, right next to Min Yoongi.
He and Sehun had nearly completely vanished from my life, Sehun less than Yoongi. I still saw him around, walking about with his friends, sometimes girls, sometimes boys, looking perfectly groomed as always, the Golden Boy. He never seemed to be aware of my watching him and after a while he stopped looking like there was something wrong with his life.
The rumor that Oh Sehun and Y/L/N Y/N had broken up reached me a week later which made me wonder if Sehun had actually somehow withheld the information to save whatever damage that would cause his image but it didn’t seem like it. He was brilliant as always…
…and I didn’t miss him…not even a bit.
Yoongi however, I never saw. It wasn’t that surprising; I hadn’t even known he went to the same college until the project so it made sense I wouldn’t see him around later. This had been the plan, hadn’t it? To see through the project, then bid adieu. Well, that hadn’t worked but oh well.
In comparison…I missed him an unnecessary amount.
Life was not fair.
“Here you go,” Taehyung placed my large helping of school work on the table and folded his arms, watching me file through them, his glasses glinting in the light.
“Thanks Tae, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” I muttered.
“Well, totally not pass the course, for one,” he said drily but grinned impishly when I rolled my eyes at him. “So, what’s wrong with you, anyway?” he asked.
“Nothing, I just don’t feel right.” I said.
“Is it cause of Min?” he asked.
I blanched at him and it was his chance to roll his eyes.
“I may not be the girls, Y/N, attuned to these things but I’m not blind. It’s been painfully obvious. What did he do? Do I need to kick his ass?” he asked.
I chuckled. Taehyung, shy and meek Taehyung kicking someone’s ass, especially Min Yoongi’s ass was comical even in its contemplative state but I was grateful he cared so much.
“No, Tae, you know I can do ass kicking myself.” I smiled.
He smiled back hesitatingly.
“So, any word on Sehun?” he asked gently.
Taehyung knew Sehun and I had ended it but he had no idea that Yoongi had something to do with it. That information was only for the girls. I loved Taehyung but I wasn’t sure how he would take the news, seeing as he had once seen me crying because of him. Taehyung would probably go into over protective mode and do something he would regret.
No matter how laid back Yoongi seemed, I for one could tell that under all that, he was extremely powerful and I wasn’t talking about his money.
Hence, I knew Taehyung, who couldn’t stand conflict usually would want Sehun and me to get back together.
“No, Tae, it’s over…for good.” I said firmly, watching him sigh and look down, nodding.
“I guess it’s good, what with your liking Min and all.” He slung his bag on his shoulder, ignoring my gaping mouth as he dropped a kiss on top of my head.
“See you later, Y/N.” he said and left the café.
“Heard you’ve been skipping all your classes,” I smiled naturally at the familiar voice, not looking up as the boy deposited himself in the seat Taehyung had vacated, looking dubiously at all the paper work in front of me.
“You would’ve heard wrong. I am only skipping two.” I said, making him laugh.
“My bad, what can you say? The school vine sucks.” Jimin placed his head on his hands.
I looked up at him. “Why are you here?” I asked.
He pouted. “You don’t visit me anymore, I missed you.” He said. I stared at him for a bit and his playful expression dropped, replaced by seriousness. “I heard about you and Sehun. I’m sorry. I also heard about you dropping Yoongi in the project.” He said.
I peered at him. “Did he tell you that? Is that all?” I asked.
“Yeah, or more like, I found out accidentally because he was muttering about you dropping him at the last moment in the studio and how he was stuck,” He said.
“Well, tell him that I’m glad he’s suffering.” I said coolly, returning to my papers.
“Yeah, I would if I could but we’re not talking at the moment.” He said.
I frowned, “Why not?” I asked.
“Well, I…asked him what happened and you know how he is about eavesdropping. It’s fine only when he does it, apparently. I found out about Sehun’s party and stuff and I know I shouldn’t have and I am not judging you at all.” He said hastily.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“I know you guys kissed and how it was a mistake and it shouldn’t have happened and you were drunk and he was taking advantage so he told you to go and I…might’ve yelled at him about how he’s an idiot and now he’s mad at me. Not that that’s new anyway, he’s always mad at me.”
I suddenly felt disgusted. He couldn’t even tell the truth?
“Jimin, I’m sorry.” I said quietly.
“Don’t worry about it, he’s an ass, I know.”
“Yeah, listen, I need to go.” I said, feeling choked and restless.
I couldn’t sit here in front of Jimin’s watchful gaze. Yoongi had lied about what had happened that night to protect himself, most likely. Was that how much I mattered? No, I hadn’t mattered, I reminded myself. I was just a stupid girl, romanticising his actions. I need to stop doing that.
“Oh, okay,” Jimin looked surprised but didn’t say anything as I gathered up the papers and went off to find the girls.
“He lied?” Yerin hissed, her cheeks flushed, her legs, encased in velvet leggings kicking mine as she almost thrashed in her chair in rage.
I shrugged, stabbing some sausage with a little more force but that totally had nothing to do with our topic of conversation, none at all.
“What a jerk.”
Ara and Doona chimed in encouragingly but by then I was beyond the point of caring. If Yoongi wanted to show me that I was worth next to nothing well then, message received loud and clear. I would back off and I would show him exactly that. I was done with both Sehun and Yoongi’s crap. I was done being walked over.
Both of them would be seeing me in the next class, which happened to be in two more days. That was plenty of time, wasn’t it? I would be over all of this by Monday. I could do it.
“Well the project ends today, what do you think he did with yours?” Doona asked suddenly.
My fork hit my plate with a loud clang making the girls freeze as they eyed me.
“Um…Y/N…?” Ara asked.
“The month is over?” I asked, my voice high pitched as Ara pulled up the calendar on her phone, showing it to me.
The end of the month hit me with the force of ten freight trucks. I had been so wrapped in the entire self wallowing bubble of mine I hadn’t even thought about taking a look at the days, wanting to just get through them all together.
It suddenly felt silly.
What had it been? A fortnight, perhaps, since our last encounter. Yoongi and I, if we hadn’t been through that disaster of a night, we would just have to deal with each other for two weeks before we’d both be out of each other’s lives for good. Guess destiny had an earlier escape planned for us.
Now that the project was officially done, Taehyung and I would be partners again, further reason to attend classes, just for Tae if not for me. I couldn’t be that selfish.
The thought that Yoongi would be sitting right at the back, probably not even concerned that I had or hadn’t attended classes caused a small ache in my chest, one I crushed mercilessly. Both Sehun and Yoongi had pushed and pulled at me like I was a doll. Even if I was not completely innocent, they had no right to claim they were victimized saints.
I had trusted them that had killed a small part of me each time they let me down. I had loved them, they both hurt me. I was real with both of them and now they both hated me.
Now, though, it was time to get myself together.
I wasn’t rich; I didn’t have my position cut out like they did. No, I needed credibility. I wasn’t going to achieve that sitting at home.
Gritting my teeth, I braced myself for the next day.
Hoseok slammed the door to Min Yoongi’s house open with his shoulder, his hands struggling to juggle the snack boxes and coffees.
Yoongi looked up from the couch, arching his brows at his struggling friend.
“You know, it wouldn’t kill you to get up and give me a goddamn hand.” Hobi growled.
“I didn’t tell you to get more than you can carry.” Yoongi replied coolly, his attention already on the movie.
“You know how hungry Jimin and I get. We don’t have the luxury of sitting on our asses with headphones on all the time, acting like a jerk.” Hobi dropped the food on the coffee table before looking about.
“Where is Jimin anyway?”
“He isn’t coming.” Yoongi said.
“What, why? Chim never misses movie day and this is his recommendation.” Hobi frowned before slowly turning to look at his best friend.
“Yoongi, what did you do?” He asked.
“I may or may not have told Jimin off for butting into things that weren’t his concern and he might or might not have been offended and walked off.” Yoongi said.
Hobi worried his lips with his teeth, sighing at his friends’ childishness.
“What was the thing he butted in?” he asked.
Yoongi flicked the volume up with his remote, shrugging the question off. “Damn it, Suga, spit it out.” He snapped.
Yoongi’s eyes flashed towards his best friends with a frown. “Nothing, I was just muttering about things and he overheard. Instead of letting it go he started probing into me like a fucking therapist.” He growled.
Hobi sank into the armchair next to the couch. All the signs pointed to only one thing.
“It was Y/N, wasn’t it?” he asked angrily.
Yoongi paused for a second before leaning forwards for the cup of coffee but Hoseok was faster. He snatched the cups away and watched coolly as the other boy glared at him.
“So, it was her.” He affirmed.
“What about it? I can talk about whoever I want.” Yoongi said.
“Yoongi, you know Jimin cares about her,” Hoseok began but Yoongi broke in with a scoff.
“He cares about her a bit too much.” he spat.
“Oh god, tell me you’re not jealous. Jimin doesn’t care about her like that but he wasn’t just about to let you bad mouth her. Even I wouldn’t let you bad mouth her.” He said reasonably.
“I wasn’t bad mouthing her. Jeez, you all need to stop getting on my back about her. I might have been a dick to her that night but I haven’t even seen her since she broke it off with her boyfriend.” He dropped his jaw, sticking his lips out in a pout as unbidden, thoughts of Y/N came out of nowhere, his fingers on her skin, her soft lips brushing his, the way his hands dug into her hips, the way her eyes looked into his, her laugh at his rare and very not funny jokes.
“Wait…you saw her day she broke up with Sehun?” Hoseok asked.
Yoongi was brought back rudely to reality from reliving the feel of her hair wrapped around his fingers as he turned his head absently. “What?”
“You said you hadn’t seen her since the day she broke it off. You didn’t…what happened?” Hobi was using his cautious voice. He could feel the real cause for all his friend’s problems was sitting right there, in Yoongi’s head and he just had to know.
“I don’t know what –,”
“Yoongi,” Hoseok said warningly.
His eyes drooped, looking to his side as if he was looking at a person before he sighed. “We…slept together.” He said his voice constricted.
The curse that escaped Hobi’s mouth was so loud that Yoongi actually jumped, scowling at his usually mild friend.
“You…what?” Hobi asked.
“We didn’t plan it. It just happened.” Yoongi defended.
“Ok…ok…so you guys had sex…but then…why aren’t you guys…what else happened?” he asked.
Yoongi fiddled with the small black ring on his thumb and Hoseok actually had to punch him in the shoulder to get him to talk. Yoongi hissed, moving away from touching range.
“I said things I shouldn’t have…nothing new.” He grunted.
“Things like that time in the studio or…”
Hobi dropped his head in his hands, emitting a groan that made Yoongi drop his own head, the movie long forgotten.
My fingers clicked on the desk impatiently, frowning at the small email box open on my laptop. It had to be a mistake. There was no way he had sent that email. I clicked on the tab to fully open it.
It was from Namjoon, a short email letting me know that he had received my and Yoongi’s song, looked forward to it and hoped we matched up to expectations.
I let out a bitter huff, falling back on the chair.
I had left Yoongi in that project. There was no way he had managed to complete a song in that time and even if he had, seeing as how he was a genius, there was no way he would include me into it. He was petty enough for that. Although, he probably did it to save face for himself, because that was what he did. I had no place of note in his life after all, so it definitely wasn’t for me.
I shut the laptop and got out of my chair with a huff, picking up and satchel and jacket, looking into the mirror of my dressing table.
“You can do this.” I told myself and walked out of the house to attend my classes.
Taehyung gushed the whole time I sat next to him, finally getting our original partners back.
I had walked into the class with the aim to hold my head up high but it had faltered the second I had crossed the threshold and my head had dropped, not even skimming the chattering class as I sank into my chair, Tae turning immediately and musing about our new projects. I knew he was trying to distract me and I was grateful.
Mr. Kim didn’t seem to have much planned for the day’s class, it seemed. He congratulated us for being well behaved and responsible about the assignment, told us that grades and songs will be posted on the website before being added to our final grade.
I frowned, biting my lip, fighting the urge to turn and look for the man who’d turned my life upside down but resisted. What had he done?
When Namjoon let the class go, Taehyung immediately grabbed for my hand. “So, hot chocolate…your treat,” he said cutely and I almost melted at the hopeful look in his eyes.
“How about this; we go to your house and I make you an entire lunch…and I am dying to listen to your song.” I said. His smile turned into a grin. “Yes, that works.” He said, bouncing slightly on his feet. “Great, just give me a minute, I need to talk to Kim about something.” I said.
“Sure, meet me at my car.” He said.
“Um, Mr. Kim?” I asked.
Namjoon signed off a sheet and looked up, pushing his glasses up, “Yes, Y/N, I know, Taehyung told me you were feeling sick and had hospital appointments.” He said.
“Oh no, I mean, yeah, sir, I just wanted to talk to you about the project.” I said.
He surprised me by breaking out into a grin. “Yes, your song with Mr. Min. I must say I am impressed, Y/N. the way you came to me saying you couldn’t work with him had me thinking you would drop out of the project but you kept at it. The song is…most different from what Yoongi has delivered over the course of this semester. I was pleasantly surprised. I suppose my assumption was correct; you have been good for Mr. Min.”
“Huh?” I said, very eloquently but he was still talking.
“It’s raw, I admit, but the emotion and meaning of the song is so…unadulterated, it really moved me. Your and his voice match well for it, I might just pair you with him but I wouldn’t do that to Taehyung or Yoongi. Changing assignments, maybe but now completely, don’t worry,” he chuckled at the look on my face, probably thinking I was horrified of losing Tae. He was wrong; of course, I was horrified at what Min Yoongi had done.
I bowed to the teacher before rushing out.
“Whoa, where’s the fire?” Taehyung asked as I grabbed the keys from his hands. “Just get in, we need to get somewhere with internet and a computer fast.” I huffed, getting into the driver’s side myself.
“You want to tell me now, what’s wrong?” Taehyung asked, cautiously as if I was going to bite his head off any second.
“Just hang on,” I mumbled.
Taehyung and I had arrived at his apartment at break neck speed, him clutching his dashboard and trying to get me to slow down but I never did, almost dislocating his arm in my haste to get to his laptop. I switched to the website and opened the studio listings, finding Yoongi’s name immediately, listed next to mine.
I plugged in Tae’s headphones and put them over my head, turning up the volume as Taehyung folded his legs under him, watching me.
The opening rifts began and to my surprise and growing trepidation it was that piano tune, the one I’d walked in on him playing. Dark and resonating, it ended in him humming, something I had never heard him do as the song began.
I empty my drink, filling it with loneliness,
Should’ve just given in, why did I argue all the time?
Yoongi’s voice, rough and bleak spoke the words quietly, almost rhetorically, making me press the headphone in closer, not wanting to miss out anything.
All I did was color you in my blank white paper,
But I realized, it had already became a full picture,
Like cell phones, we know we’ll be broken when we’re apart,
Your scent is the only thing that completes me, hug me, now
His voice changed, becoming faster, if possible rougher as he spat out the words. I closed my eyes as the background music stopped, leaving his voice to drop back to the original bass, becoming as gentle as a caress.
I can only see you; I can only see you alone.
I shivered at his voice, the timbre reminding me of the way he had said my name, that night. Unexpectedly, my voice sung out, weaving in between his as the words I’d written and recorded merged with the deep rap.
I’m fair with everyone else but you,
Now I can’t live a single day without you, please…
Hold me Tight…hug me now, please…
My hand shook as I skipped my voice, eager to listen to his.
I listened to the entire song for what felt like hours, not believing even for a second that it existed. But no, on the desktop there was still, in small letterings his and my name next to the title: Hold Me Tight, a song with both our words.
I shut the laptop at long last, pulling off the headphones to look at Taehyung curled up on the sofa, fast asleep.
Just as well, I thought, throwing the throw cover on top of him as I sat down on the floor again, my head in my hands.
What did it mean? Did Yoongi actually mean the words he’d said so unabashedly, sewing them around mine seamlessly, making them one? Or had he just heard what I’d made and thought he didn’t have to go to a lot of trouble? One thing was true, it was raw. He hadn’t added any effect to his or my voices save for making it seem like we’d both done the recording at the same time.
Did…he feel the way he’d said in the song?
I shook my head, clearing it or trying to. Min Yoongi needed to get out of my head. It was over, we were over. I never was going to see him again. There was no point in digging into it.
I looked at the sleeping boy next to me and smiled, pulling out my phone and sending out a text in our group:
PARTY TIME GIRLS AND BOYS TODAY AT DARK WILD, 8 PM
I shut the phone off, staring into nothingness in front of me. It was time I went back to normal, no Yoongi, no Sehun drama normal.
Taehyung twirled me, me holding onto his pinky finger as he giggled like a little boy, before throwing out his long arms and waving them to catch Ara and Doona’s attention. We had finally made it to Dark Wild, me, the girls, Taehyung and Jungkook as I was ready to let loose and forget my life for at least three to four hours.
Ara and Doona dragged Yerin and Jungkook too and we made a circle, screaming as a deep bass filled the club, the EDM making my pulse throb in my veins.
“Is this taking your mind off of it?” Yerin asked in my ear and I smiled widely at her, trying not to slip back into the thoughts of a few days ago.
I just didn’t want to think at all.
“I am thirsty! And drunk!” Taehyung yelled in his deep voice, slumping to the side into Doona and she rolled her eyes, grinning at our light weight friend as Jungkook went to lend a shoulder.
“Alright, I’ll get him some water.” I said, laughing as I went to the bar, asking for a tall glass of water.
The barman cast one look at Taehyung’s figure in our corner and grinned, sliding a glass of ice water to me and I turned, starting towards the group when a tall figure blocked my way.
I frowned immediately.
“Excuse me,” I said, looking up and immediately freezing, my hands matching the cold water’s temperature.
Sehun stared down at me with an unreadable expression on his face. I gaped at his appearance. He was dressed in his usual ‘I own the world’ style but his eyes were reddish as were his cheeks. He was obviously drunk. He looked so different from how put together he looked at school.
“Sehun,” I breathed, worriedly, glancing at my friends but they were too far away and wouldn’t hear anything over the music.
“You look so scared.” He said.
My eyes went back to him. He looked drunk but his words weren’t slurred. He probably was still mostly sober.
“I am not.” I said, trying to walk past him but he moved to the side, countering me.
“Sehun, I don’t want to talk to you.” I said.
“I could tell. I sent you texts, called you, emailed you, but you didn’t reply once. What, am I not good enough for you anymore?” he asked.
“I would say you thought I wouldn’t be good for you.” I hissed.
“That’s where you’re wrong, baby. I never said that. You were amazing. You were perfect before you changed.” He hissed.
“You changed too.” I retorted, watching his eyes flicker.
“I was dealing with things! I need you on my side, on my team! You left me.”
I scoffed, again trying to get away but his hand shot out, latching on my arm so tightly, I winced.
“You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to stay here and talk to me. You’re going to start by telling me who the other guy is. Is he here with you now?” he hissed.
I tried to shake his hand off. “Sehun, get off,” I said.
He sneered, tightening his grip instead. I nearly dropped the glass before placing it on a chair and gripping his hand, “Sehun, please,” I whispered.
“What is it? You don’t like me touching you anymore, baby?” he scoffed.
He was going to bruise me, I thought desperately, still trying to get his hand off. “You’re hurting me, Sehun.” I plead. His eyes didn’t soften. “You hurt me too, babe.” He said.
“Get your hand off her.”
For the second time in the night, I froze but this time Sehun did too, his eyes lifting from my almost crying ones to see who had spoken.
I closed my eyes. Just one night, I just wanted one night free from all this.
Yoongi walked, smoothly and confidently towards us, his eyes steely. I was surprised at his appearance again. His hair was dyed back to its natural black, deep and inky. He was in a full-fledged suit, black and form fitting. He looked as if he could stop the world with a snap of his fingers. This was the real Min Yoongi. He came to stand next to, his own hand closing around Sehun’s and yanking it off me.
I pulled my arm away, rubbing at it furiously as Yoongi slipped in front of me, barring Sehun from me.
“Min, stay out of this. I’m having a conversation with my girlfriend.” He said.
“Ex-girlfriend and it doesn’t seem that she wants to have a conversation with you. I suggest you back off and not lay your hands on her.” Yoongi replied easily.
“Look, you don’t know anything, ok? So whatever idea of misplaced loyalty you have to her, take it and leave.” He Sehun snarled. “You don’t know what she has been doing.” He said, his eyes finding me behind Yoongi.
“I honestly don’t care, Sehun, but if you think I am going to stand by and watch you manhandle her, you’ve got me all wrong.” He snapped.
“I wasn’t manhandling her. She was running off to some other guy!” he roared.
I flinched, looking around to see people were beginning to stare, even the barman but he wasn’t interfering. Naturally, he must know Yoongi was the son of the owners, he wouldn’t say anything.
This could turn bad. Sehun was drunk. What if he hit Yoongi?
“That’s her business.” Yoongi shrugged. His voice was tightening, I realized, catching on to the signs that even Yoongi, cool and calm Yoongi was beginning to lose his cool. I reached out, placing a hand on his arm, feeling the muscles tense and flex through the material of his suit jacket. He paused for a minute before relaxing under my touch.
“Yeah well, it’s mine too because the bitch was cheating on me. She fucked some slimy bastard behind my back. I can talk to her if I want because I didn’t do anything wrong and you can’t stop me, you don’t own this place.” he spat out running a hand through his hair.
Yoongi’s fist bunched and I tightened my hold on his arm. He had officially gotten mad. If he punched Sehun it would ruin his image. What if someone found out who he was?
Instead, Yoongi surprised me by chuckling, low and dark. “Actually, I can stop you, Sehun.” The way he said his name was a direct threat.
“You want to know why? Because I am the slimy bastard she slept with,” Yoongi’s voice had dropped several octaves, his tone so dangerous it made the hair on the back of my neck stand.
Sehun’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping, his body slumping as he stared at Yoongi. “Y-You?” he asked.
“Yes, Oh, me, as far as I am concerned, she left you the night of your birthday when you were a dick to her so she didn’t exactly cheat. Now, I would suggest you watch your language about her and keep your distance from us.” He said, backing slightly into me, his back pressing into my side.
“Y-you can’t possibly…you hate each other!” Sehun grunted.
“Maybe we do, but that is not your concern anymore. Just stay away from her.” Yoongi said and triumphantly turned, grabbing my hand as he led me off. I numbly followed, as people kept throwing us glances.
Yoongi led me to a back hallway, opening a utility door and letting us out into an alley.
He shut the door with a loud clang as I wrapped my arms around myself, rubbing off any residual wetness around my eyes. I jumped when I felt his fingers gently wrap around the stinging spot on my arm where Sehun had gripped me.
I whirled out of his hold, backing up as he followed slowly, eyes, dark and intense on me. “Are you hurt?” he asked his voice still low and urgent.
“I am fine.” My voice came out squeaky and I cleared my throat quickly.
“Y/N,” he began but I shook my head. “I should head inside. The others would be waiting for me.” I said.
“You can’t go inside. He’s still inside. Just text them,” he waved a hand dismissively.
I frowned. Did he think he could boss me around after everything he said? I wanted to ask but I had more pressing questions.
“Why?” I asked.
“Why what?” he asked.
“Why would you stand up for me? You didn’t have to do that.” I said, folding my arms.
His face fell before contorting. “I didn’t have to do that? You’re joking, right? I am part of the reason why he was thrashing you about and he hurt you!” he said.
“Still,” I said.
He stopped, watching me carefully.
“You know why I did it, Y/N. You don’t have to ask.” He said.
“No, I don’t.” I shook my head.
He ignored that. “Did you hear the song?” he asked.
“What does it matter? I want to know why you did it!”
“I already told you!”
“No, you’re lying because you made it quite clear what you felt that morning!” I gritted. “You can’t take it back, not like that. You can’t just say something like that to Sehun and sing some songs and think everything is ok!” I said.
“So you did hear the song?”
I growled, wanting to smack the stupid smirk off his face and my fist closed but he caught it.
“Are you going to hit me again?” he tilted his head curiously.
I laughed bitterly. “Hit you? No, Yoongi, that would require me touch you and I don’t even want to look at you.” He said.
Yoongi looked pissed as he glared at me.
“You know, I didn’t write that entire song. I was filling in for you. You made the song. So, tell me, Y/N, how long have you had feelings for me?” he asked.
He smirked again, arms crossing as mine dropped as I gawked at him.
“It could’ve been for Sehun too.” I fought.
He snorted. “Doubtful, Y/N, I’m not an idiot. Tell me how long.”
“I don’t –,”
“How long?” he yelled, his loud voice echoing around the empty alley.
“Since I met you!” I shouted back, watching his jaw drop. “What?” he asked weakly.
“Ever since I saw you, you’ve been eating away at my mind. I thought I hated you but you fucking fascinated me. I thought it would be easy to hate you because you were an ass but then you turned out to be nice. You were being sweet and kind and funny and I just…let myself fall…but then I turned out to be right. You were an egocentric ass. I thought you felt the same. I thought you cared too but I guess not.” I said.
Yoongi was moving even before I was finished. Both hands came up to grab the sides of my face and he pulled me to him roughly, his lips closing on mine as he pushed me back against the wall, trapping me between the cold bricks and his warmth. He kissed me harshly and I kissed back with equal fervor, releasing pent up frustration and heart ache against his mouth.
I shoved him away finally, both of us gasping for breath as he tried to move in again but I held up my hands.
“You’re as bad as Sehun.” I panted.
“What the hell do you mean? I didn’t manhandle you!” he said.
“You broke my heart too.” I said softly and his eyes dropped.
“And I am sorry for it, but if would just listen to me,” he began.
“You don’t get it, Yoongi. You can’t make this up. There is nothing at all that you can say that would make it up.” I said.
“Let me finish. I just need you to listen to what happened. It was a misunderstanding.” He said.
His voice was edging towards desperation but I wasn’t going to let him do this to me.
“I can’t, Yoongi.” I moved to the side, towards the opening of the alley.
He moved with me. “Please, give me one chance to explain, Y/N. I’m not trying to make it up to you. I want us to start over completely.”
I looked down, trying to walk off again but his hand shot out, blocking my way as he pressed his palm to the wall. “I am not going to let you walk away again, Y/N.” he said, his voice stoic again.
I sighed. I just wanted this to be over. “Okay,” I said softly.