Jealous | Min Yoongi ✔

The Fight

A throbbing headache made my eyes fly open. It was so bad, I thought I was going to start crying.

I looked at my surroundings, I was in my bedroom. The party dress I had worn yesterday was still on.

I had absolutely no idea how I had ended up in my bed last night. In fact, I couldn't recall anything that happened last night, not even glimpses of it.

All I could remember was that I got extremely drunk. The memory of everything that happened after that seemed to have vanished into thin air.

I fumbled in my blanket and searched for my alarm clock, '6:30 am' it flashed.

So I was awake 30 minutes prior to my usual time, thanks to the hammering pain between my brow.

Opening my phone I began to look for any updates. I did find an unseen message. It was from Yoongi.

Meet me in the janitor's closet first thing tomorrow.

I smiled to myself, 'Yoongi just can't get enough of me, can he?' I thought.

Taking a pain killer, I gathered myself up. My breath smelled like hell and body was all sweaty.

Taking a shower, I got dressed. Popping a mint in my mouth, I left for school in a good mood.

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Smiling widely I opened the glass door, "Hello there, Lil meow m-".

I was highly anticipating a cute gummy smile on Yoongi's face as I would enter. To my surprise, his expression was the gloomiest it could be.

He looked kind of angry too, but his eyes, they were...had he been crying?

"What's wrong Yoongi?"

"What wrong!? You tell me what's wrong!" he said furiously and turned his back to me.

"What do you mean?"

Yoongi turned again and pointed a finger at me. "You kissed him!", then his voice lowered, "I knew it! I knew this would happen someday or the other."

Did he even know what he was speaking? And what was with that finger pointing and that loud voice!?

"I kissed who!? Yoongi, you know I haven't ever kissed anyone but you!"

"Who else, your own Park Jimin!"

"Are you out of your mind-" I tried to speak but he cut through my sentence.

"Of course you don't remember." His voice was becoming weaker, "You were drunk!"

He walked away from me and sat in a corner, he hid his face and broke down.

Meanwhile I was losing my balance. Holding a wall for support, I rested my back on it.

Flashes of last night began to come before my eyes. I stood there, paralyzed as I recalled something.

An extremely handsome face, drunk laughter, those perfect lips....and a magnificent kiss.

Tears started to roll down my eyes as I slipped down the wall. I sat on the floor chanting, "No...No..."

Please let this be a dream, a very bad dream. I couldn't believe it, but it was true.

Yoongi's soft sniffles rented the air.

I got up, my feet too weak to bare my weight. I ran up to Yoongi and sat beside him.

He was busy crying when I hugged him and said in a broken voice, "I'm sorry Yoongi. Forgive me. I'm a very very bad person. I shouldn't have gone to that party. Shouldn't have stupidly got drunk. I'm so so sorry."

We both sat there, crying for a while. Then Yoongi abruptly got up.

"Yeah, right. You shouldn't have gone to that party." He said without looking at me. He pulled up his sleeves, and wiped off his tears.

Looking determinedly at the door, he marched right out. I was completely confused as he vanished outside.

With all my will power I got up and ran behind him.

I stood in a nearly empty hallway, Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, I heard an uproar of noises.

I followed the sound and began to make out words. There was a heated argument going on between two people.

"How dare you even touch her!"

"Did you expect her to stick with you after you got all angry on her!?"

"She was drunk you ass, and I very well know that you were completely conscious, yet you kissed my girlfriend!?"

"Stop putting your name tag on people, Yoongi. She has the sole right to take her decisions."

"I thought you had changed but you are the same disgusting playboy!"

"And you haven't changed either. Being a crybaby, brooding over your failed relationships!"

"STOP!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

I stood between Jimin and Yoongi, tearing them apart. Jimin had a swollen eye, while Yoongi had a scar on his cheek.

"Stop it both of you! If I see you fighting like this again, I'll break all ties with you guys." I said glaring at them dangerously.

"Jimin go to your class, and Yoongi, I'm pretty sure you have your practices right now."

Both of them left silently, still looking at each other with overflowing hatred.

"And all of you, what are you watching, there isn't a play going on!" I shouted at the people who had gathered around.

They didn't quite go away. Taehyung emerged from the crowd, slowly edged towards me and said, "Um...y/n, you're in the boy's locker room."

I looked around, yup, I was in a room I had never seen before. My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as I left.

I skipped my first class, locked myself in one of the stalls in the girl's washroom and cried.

Overwhelmed with emotions, I couldn't control myself. I had kissed Jimin, this was all my fault and I felt terrible about it.

Poor Yoongi was heartbroken. A horrible thought struck me 'What if he broke up with me!?' This made me cry even more.

During lunch I wanted to be alone, so I sat on one of the chairs of our school's open stadium.

I heard foot steps behind me. It was too early for me to talk to either of the boys but I also secretly wished that Yoongi had come to see me.

Yet, I found that it was Hoseok instead.

"Wow, no one has ever been so disappointed to see me." He sounded jokingly hurt.

I didn't respond.

"So", he said, sitting beside me, "Whom are you going to choose?"

I looked at him wide- eyed.

I had to now choose between Yoongi and Jimin!? My worst nightmare was coming true.

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(A/N): Hoping either you are enjoying the story, or it is killing you.
It's killing me (my bias vs wrecker ;-;) but I will still say this, don't forget to comment and vote 💜✨
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