Man in Black || myg

𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐗. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Park Soomi

"I think you should go," Yoongi spoke sternly. A nerve-wracking amount of tension filled the atmosphere as Taehyung hesitantly exited the room, eyes flickering between Yoongi and me. But that tension intensified tenfold when it was just the two of us. Though I felt the anger in his eyes digging into me, I could only concentrate on the realizations I had made mere seconds before he walked in. And even now, even with the less than ideal circumstances, seeing him here before me only reinforced these revelations.

I'm starting to have feelings for him. And it wasn't just the superficial attraction I had labeled it before. These were some real feelings.

"What the hell was that, Soomi?" Yoongi scolded. "Do I have to remind you of all the messed up shit he did to you? Have you already forgotten how hurt you were? I can't let you make this mistake again. I won't."

And there he goes again. It felt like he was always lecturing me about something these days, but it wasn't until this moment that it finally made sense why his recent behavior had frustrated me so much. I thought I was angry that he was stepping out of line, saying and doing certain things he wasn't in any rightful position to.

But truthfully, I was scared. Because the emotions and seemingly genuine concern in his words were messing with my head. Because his actions—the way he's been looking at me, the gentleness in his touches—was messing with my heart. I was scared of how all of this made me fall faster and harder for him.

And what if I'm just feeding false hope? What if I fall so deep it's too late to pull myself back out?

"I wasn't going to kiss him...whether you walked in or not," I quietly explained. I didn't mean for there to be uncertainty in my voice, but somehow, it found its way there. "And either way, you don't have to concern yourself with my business, you know? If I let him break my heart again, that's on me."

The anger in his eyes seemed to dissolve away at these words as his saddened stare lingered on me. There was only one word to describe how I felt in this moment: conflicted.

"You're right. It shouldn't be any of my business. But...that doesn't mean I'm just gonna sit here and let the world hurt you. It doesn't mean I'm not gonna worry, okay?"

"But why?" The question came out without a single thought and quickly took him by surprise.

Am I crazy for thinking there might be more to why he doesn't want me to be with Taehyung?

A flicker of hope sparked from the possibility of him feeling the same way, but the flame burned weakly, practically dying as soon as it ignited. Because if there was anyone I would easily misread, it was Yoongi. Still...there's no way I'm wrong about this one. Right?

"So, is it the right time now?" I continued persisting. He remained obliviously silent. "You said you couldn't tell me why you were acting different before. So when will it be the right time?"

"I-I don't know..." He struggled to string words together.

"You can't just wait forever, Yoongi." I found myself throwing caution to the wind, boldly stepping closer to him. My heart pounded in anticipation, and my imagination roamed wild, formulating scenarios of where the conversation could be heading. I ignored all the alarms in my head, warning me of my habitual wishful thinking, cautioning me about leaving my feelings unprotected and out in the open.

"I know. I, well, umm..."

As he tripped over his words, all I could do was hold my breath, anxiously waiting for him to say—