Yoongi’s POV
<Continued flashbacks>
I was boiling with rage, clenching my fists as I looked at them both.
“Dar.. Darling, my love…” she began in order to sweet talk me but I only shook my head in disagreement. “It… it’s not as it looks like...”
She was thinking I was a fool, right? She definitely was, and that was what hurt me the most. At that moment, I knew she had never loved me during the past two years we spent dating and engaged to each other.
“Can you both please leave my house now,” I calmly said, leaning back on the wall opposed to the bed.
“Hey, Yoongi. I-” said Yoonjae, my now ex-best friend, but I cut him off shortly.
“RIGHT. NOW.” I insisted. “I don't want to repeat myself. I don't want to see both of you. Gather all your clothes, everything that's on the floor and leave. Even if you insist that it doesn't look like what it is, I can see with my own eyes. Right now I'm concluding that I don't want to see both of you.”
“Sweetheart...” she tried again and I irately rose my index at her.
“PLEASE LEAVE. I don't want to hear any justifications, stories or whatever. I just want to be left alone in peace and I want you to continue whatever you were both doing behind my back. Go and be happy and marry next month so at least our wedding date won't be wasted. Or… we can cancel so another deserving couple will be able to have a beautiful wedding on our chosen date. Ah nevermind... I should do that. Let's just cancel this farce. It will be the most dignified thing you will be able to do, am I right?” I gave them my sarcastic smile.
Their faces didn't even show guilt but only a disgusting surprise. I couldn't stand seeing them like this with these emotions that were so far from what should be expected from them. I patiently waited until they left my house, not saying a word. And as they closed the door behind them, I slid against the door, with tears in my eyes.
What have I done to deserve that? What was I punished for? For being kind with people? For trying my best? Why? I just wanted to know why.
The only ones I could talk to about it were my parents.
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