Submission || yoonkook

71/1 - I'm Sorry

SEOKJIN'S POV

Filling up my car with petrol and paying the price with a card, I got into the driver's seat and started the engine easily. I fixed the mirrors and started driving. Somehow I didn't wish to be alone anymore. Neither in mind nor in life. All the time, I was surrounded only by strange people who unconditionally obeyed Yoongi. Well yes, he deserved it and didn't take advantage of his friends, but he always had his dark part. It was - greed. Blindness and selfishness on top. His friends weren't really my friends so that's why I felt lonely as never.

Although I promised to tie this topic up with everyone, I will never be able to forget the fact that he took advantage of the lie (that I was a fuckboy) of Chaeyoung in my presence and sheltered a poor girl who did not belong to him under his wing.

I closed my lips feeling the anger rush through my whole body. I turned around in the ring a little roughly. Several machines signaled me from behind.

I did not even flinch.

After another ten minutes, I paused at an abandoned district food store. I locked the car and started walking wondering what kind of alcohol to take this time.

My mind was distracted and attention taken by two people aggressively bantering right outside the front door. There was a bit of congestion because people had a hard time passing through an obscure man and..

And the girl who pulled my heart aching just when I saw her.
Mishil.

"Tonight you're delivering all money you owe to me!" said the odd man who was clearly intoxicated and bravely was holding a thick bottle of beer. As he waved it, he kept trying to get closer to Mishil, who, oddly enough, didn't seem to be afraid of him.

Here's that former cohabitant alcoholic, I remembered. Unable to believe, I didn't know how to behave.

We weren't supposed to meet again.

"How long have they been fighting?" I quietly asked an upset old woman who, without even looking at me, rolled her eyes and murmured.
"A few minutes if not more.. I just wanted to enter the store but I see this problematic youth will not leave.. I'm going from here.."

"Don't do such a horrible scene. Come on, I'll buy what you need." I heard Mishil's voice and widened my eyes as I felt my heart warm inside from that beautiful tone of hers.

"You're a little cunt attention seeker. What are you going to buy me? I need even more than be dressed in alcohol. You had to deliver the money yesterday. I don't even know why I still tolerate you and let myself be mistaken and used by you!"

Hearing these words, I got up from the place, snatched a bottle from him and hit him in the head, but as my blow was not so strong, he hit the wall and just moaned from pain by grabbing his nape.

My eyes were burning with anger. I wanted to kill him and bury him somewhere far away.

Cursed loser addict.

"Seokjin, no need!" All confused Mishil uttered trying to take that shit by the hand and help him. Although I saw from her gaze that she was taking a little breath, I knew I wasn't done with that fucker yet.

"Get away from him, he won't put a finger on you anymore. I'll take care of that." I raised my voice by pulling Mishil's hand away from him. Grabbing him by the collar of his jacket, I pressed him against the wall and stared at his black drunken eyes that shone with aggression.