SOMETHING IN YOUR EYES

Will you leave me too?

The same night
1:23 a.m.

Yoongi pov

"I don't care"
"Do the hell with this stupid trip and honeymoon."
"I don't care anymore"
"I was not worried about you"

I gulped down another drink as the words that I said to her kept repeating in my head. I know it's too late to take them back now.

Just yesterday I promised her to try and give US a chance and today I did this! How can I shout at my wife!

The familiar feeling of abandonment rises in my chest. The thought of her leaving me kept coming back. I took shots one after another, trying to feel better by filling myself with alcohol.

Y/n POV 1:23 a.m.

It's been a few hours since he left and I had no idea where he had gone. Tears welled up in my eyes as I once again replayed his words in my mind.

Please yoongi, just come back. I will apologize for everything. Please.

I was pacing back and forth in our room when I heard a gentle knock on the door. Not wasting any time, I sprinted towards the door and opened it.

"Yoongi i-

I stopped in the middle of my sentence as I saw him trying to stand straight. His eyes were barely open as he leaned against the side of the door.

"H-hello! I'aam baackk!" He stuttered as he walked past me and soon tripping on his drunk self. But before he could fall i held him, leaning him against me and taking him to bed.

"You are so drunk yoongi."

He didn't answered, just laid on the bed, wasted.

Why would he get drunk like this? I was worried about him and he was out there in the bar? I felt myself get angrier. But then I realized, is this how he felt when I was gone?

I shook my head trying to push away all the thoughts and removed his shoes so that he could at least sleep peacefully.

"We will talk tomorrow. Rest well." I said as I sat beside him, gently stroking his hair.

He held my hand as I stood up to get changed. I tried to free myself his grip but he just tightend his hold around me.

"Yoongi, let me go-

"No. Please no."

"Yoongi-

"I beg you, don't leave me Si-Woo"

My whole body froze. I looked at his falling tears as he kept begging her to stay in his sleep.

Si-Woo

Si-Woo

Si-Woo

The word echoed in my mind throughout the whole night. It was a horrible sound. I wanted to unhear it. Who is she? Did she mattered so much to him that he was crying and begging for her to stay?

The night passed but I couldn't sleep even for a moment. Whenever I would fell asleep, her name would wake me up like a nightmare.

As I came out of the bathroom after freshening up, I saw yoongi wide awake, sitting on bed with his head resting on the headrest.

I walked over to the table and picked up the glass of lemonade before passing that to him.

"Drink this, you'll feel better."

He looked over at me before passing me a weak smile that I return. He was about to say something but I turn around and walk away, not really wanting to talk right now. I need some time.

Yoongi POV

I woke up with a terrible headache. What the hell happened last night? I tried to remember but my mind was just blank. The more I tried to think about it, the worse my headaches would get. But then I saw her walk out of the bathroom. I felt a little relief to see her. A weird kind of feeling in my chest rose, like a very warm feeling.

"Drink this, you'll feel better." She said passing me the glass.

I took it from her but before I could thank her or even say something, she turned around and left.

The whole day I tried to talk to her and even asked to take her out but everytime she made some excuse. Her behavior was irritating me now. She was behaving really weird. This was so not like her usual self.

Sighing, I decided to give her some space. Maybe that's what she needs. I looked over at her sitting in the balcony, sipping on coffee and staring at nothing. Taking a last glance at her, I sat on the couch and opened my laptop.

What happened that she is ignoring me like that? As I tried to think again, the events of last night flashed infront on my eyes. I remembered our fight, me leaving and coming back drunk, wasted and then she helped me to bed and after that I asked her to stay with me and not leave.
Si-Woo
I asked her to stay and not y/n.

That very unwanted feeling of fear rose inside of me as my breathing became heavier. I called my wife by my ex's name!

I stared at y/n, not knowing what to do or say to make it right. The thought of her leaving me kept repeating in my mind.

Will this be the end of us?
Will she leave me?
Is this how this will end and I'll be left alone again?

I felt my tears falling as I turned around to leave the room.

To be continued.