schizophrenic [myg] by JaiPasDeNomLol (not my story)

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"Y-Yoongi... You... Have you calmed down?"

A headache popped up just as he was about to answer her.

He was no longer in control of himself.

Not at all.

He looked up.

And noticed he was in his room.

Sitting against the wall.

Knees against his chest.

Seriously, stop doing this to him!

If you didn't want us to do it, you would have stopped us before!

I think you've gone a bit far, though...

What's wrong with you? I give you plenty of chances to fuck and this is how you repay me?! You're doing everything you can to keep them together, but she's always flirting with assholes, the little bitch!

"Shut the fuck up!"

He shouted.

The brunette, who was in the same position as him,

but against the opposite wall,

jumped.

He'd caught her screaming like that.

They were lit by the moon.

The room was dark.

And so were the streetlights.

What?! You want me to shut up? You've been dreaming, you little prick! If I had my way, she'd never dare flirt with anyone but me! Do you hear me? Never!

"I swear, if you ever do that again, I'll make you pay, you hear me?!"

He hadn't even noticed.

That Haneul was standing in front of him.

"Y-Yoongi ..."

He frowned.

Raising his head suddenly.

And he finally noticed her.

"Shit ..."

His eyes widened.

Noticing a red substance.

Blood-red, shining on his skin.

The moon reflected off it.

He advanced toward it.

On all fours.

She feared him at first.

But when he knelt before her.

With his puppy-dog stare.

She frowned.

"I-I did this to you?"

She didn't understand.

Didn't he remember?

When he'd done it minutes before?

She nodded.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

Up and down.

"I-I'm s-sorry ... This ... It's not me ..."

Tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

She was almost surprised.

"What do you mean it's not you?"

She had tons of questions.

Running through her head.

He looked down.