방탄 소년단
"That... gash," I muttered, my nose rumpled in disdain - and sympathy for the man - as I studied the newly developing scar on his right eye.
It was fresh, the skin that surrounded the vermilion wound was puffy and distended, as if it just hap...
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My stomach churned, contorting into arbitrary shapes. My heart twirled, the beats wayward as I waited atop my bed, my fingers drumming against my lap in an antsy manner— idling for a message from Yoongi.
The thirty-one days were up, and although I couldn't be more elated that the break was over, I was also terrified.
I couldn't exactly pinpoint where the terror was coming from, or why I was so afraid.
I assumed that I was just afraid to see that those thirty days did nothing to Yoongi— he was the same conceited, and harebrained man I met several months prior. I wanted to see change from him, yet I feared I was asking for too much. I couldn't expect him to change so quickly, could I?
As I waited for Yoongi's arrival, I decided I would scroll through our prior messages that happened just hours before.
He had been the first one to text me, immediately just a few hours into the new day of the year.
10:17 a.m.
Yoongi
Rey, hi.
Rey
Hi, Yoongi.
3:03 p.m.
Yoongi
I'll pick you up later tonight.
Rey
Sure.
Yoongi
I'll pick you up at 1.
And that was it.
I couldn't say I was entirely disappointed by his first message. Perhaps he was planning on saying something to me while we spoke in person today, saving it for the right moment.
I couldn't expect him to show immediate change, especially not through messages, where messages and tones could be read entirely incorrectly.
I wanted to be excited to see him.
I wanted to smile with a happy heart after thirty-one long days of not seeing Yoongi. However, I didn't think I could allow myself to be so vulnerable with him again. I feared our argument was enough to change me and alter my behavior with him.
I didn't want that.
But, I wouldn't be able to control that.
My chest ached, and I massaged it, my eyebrows pressed together as I waited for the odd pain to diminish.
I chewed my lower lip, waiting to feel the vibrations that would accommodate Yoongi's text message.
As if on cue, the phone vibrated against my hands, a notification coming in from Yoongi.
