Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of lo...
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I could hardly believe he was here. Standing in front of me. Seeing him here filled a void I hadn't realized was there. A pit that only his presence consumed. I had missed him. Missed seeing him and missed his voice and his smile and his laugh. God. I went on one date with the man, and I already sounded smitten. I couldn't help my feelings though. Something changed between us after that date. Something that I potentially had already ruined as the memory of what happened in the club between Tae, and I reared its ugly head.
Maybe I wouldn't have felt so bad about it if I had regretted it. But the fact was that I didn't. Perhaps that fact alone was why this whole situation was eating me up inside. I stood frozen as Yoongi pushed himself off the doorframe to slowly stalk his way to me.
"You've been ignoring me." His deep voice sent chills down my spine.
The way he glared at me, eyes narrowed into slits as he took in my appearance, it felt predatory. His expression was scarily unreadable. I expected at the very least for him to be upset with me, but there was none of that. He watched me, reading every movement and breath to figure out why I wasn't answering his phone calls when I was perfectly capable of it.
"I thought maybe something had happened to you. Until I found out you were meeting with some of the others."
"Yoongi. I'm sorry."
"Was it something I did?" he questioned coming to a halt in front of me.
He was still a good several feet away, but the way his mere presence loomed over me made it seem like he was invading my personal space without having to physically. Here he was, coming to find me after knowing I was perfectly okay thinking he was the reason I was avoiding him. The knowledge was like a punch to the gut.
"No. No, it wasn't you." I frantically reassured him.
He stared at me for a few moments. Gauging whether I was telling the truth. But what he didn't know was that I was a notoriously bad liar. Even more so in front of the person I was lying to. Being faced with Yoongi, I knew there would be no way for me to ever be able to lie to him.
"Then what's wrong?"
I was cornered. I dropped my gaze feeling my heart sink in my chest. I knew I had to confess. There was no getting out of it. Ripping it off like a band-aid was the best course of action at this point. But deep down I was terrified. Terrified that what I was about to tell him would make him hate me. And the last person on this earth I wanted to hate me was Yoongi.
"I messed up. I messed up and I've been too afraid to tell you about it because I didn't want to upset you."
With my head down, all I could see were his shoes as he came closer. Followed by his hand as it came under my chin to lift my gaze to his. His eyes were softer now. Fingers sliding up to cup my cheek as his thumb caressed the apple of it gently.
