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Untitled Part 6

It was 2 am, you were slowly dozing off in the corner waiting for your boyfriend to come back from work. As your head started to droop you succumbed to the exhaustion and fell asleep and entered a beautiful dream.

It was your first date together, Yoongi had nervously asked you out the day before nervously scratching the back of his head as he mumbled under his breath, "Hey...let's go out, I'll pay for it and everything. All you have to do is dress up and I'll pick you up from there." You had cooly shook your head in agreement but once you got home you couldn't stop smiling. Squealing loudly into your pillow you bounced up and down on your bed excitedly daydreaming about the romantic moments you could have with Yoongi on your first date. When it was the next morning, D-Day, you frantically searched through your closet trying to find the perfect outfit for your date with Yoongi. Usually you didn't mind what you wore and walked around in a simple pair of jeans with a t-shirt or a jacket but you wanted to impress him. Sitting amongst your clothes on the floor you looked around panicked.. "Shit, I have nothing. How... why did he ask me out, I dress terribly. What if it's a prank..." Once those thoughts left your mouth a sour taste arose in the back of your mouth, suddenly recalling the awful kids in middle school who had convinced your crush to ask you out as a prank. Curling your legs tightly to your chest you flinched at the memories as it drowned you, "I... I shouldn't go to this, this isn't a good idea, this can't be genuine." Pulling yourself up from the floor you walked over to your roommates closet and pulled out an outfit that matched your taste, "I should at least look pretty to reject him.." Once you were fully dressed you walked down the stairs and out the door ready to turn down Yoongi's date proposal.

When you reached the date location you looked down at your phone to text Yoongi but you felt someone tap on your shoulder. You were greeted with his signature gummy smile, "Wow... you're... stunning." Peering down at your outfit and then back at him you squinted confused, that didn't make any sense. Why is he trying so hard if he doesn't even really like me, kudos to his acting. Shrugging you turned away from him but was greeted with a bouquet of flowers, "Here. This is for you, I got you these because they reminded me of you." Tightening your grip around the flowers you were surprised to see your favorite flowers, "Yoongi... how did you know that these were my favorite flowers?" 

Shyly turning away from you he looked down at the ground before looking at you again, "Funny story... you can't think I'm a stalker alright because I'm not! But I saw you at the flower shop once looking at these flowers so lovingly, for a moment there I wanted to be the flowers and for you to look at me like that."

The date had gone beautifully, it was a dream after all.. A fairytale ending but you awoke to nightmares. Drunk Yoongi stumbling in through the door glancing down at your curled figure smirking, "What the hell are you doing down there?" Not even bothering to wait for your answer he left the living room and slowly trekked his way to the kitchen to grab another bottle of beer, "Yoongi, where have you been! I was waiting for you all night, I had assumed it was going to be a late night of producing so I left some food on the table for you to-"

"Oh shut up will you? I'm exhausted and drunk and don't need your perky attitude right now." Flinching at his harsh words you reminded yourself he's just drunk, this isn't Yoongi, this is the alcohol speaking... wait, didn't people say alcohol reflects the mind's true feelings? Brushing away your thoughts you reached for his long beautiful hands so you could bring him to bed but Yoongi smacked it away in a rush of anger, "Leave me alone Y/N, I don't LOVE you anymore. I never loved you actually, it was just this giant phony act that started three years ago and I'm owning up to the truth now. I don't want to fake love you anymore, it's exhausting and a waste of my time. I don't need to come home to anyone, I don't want to."