Look at Me Now (Yoongi X Reader)

Part 5

(Warning: There is some cursing in this chapter.)

I was sitting in bed. It has been a few days since the incident. I haven't really left my room. When i did, it would be to use the restroom or to get a drink of water. I've gotten used to the boys constantly knocking on my door to check on me. Honestly, I just wanted to go home. I wanted to forget this whole thing ever happened. I wanted to forget BTS, being an Idol, all the events that have happened so far. But mostly, I wanted to forget all about Min Fucking Yoongi. That cold-hearted bastard. 'Is it really that hard to forget the past. I know I was hideous back then but he could at least accept the fact that I'm a human being with feelings. Not some hungry publicity whore with the heart of a monster.' I was taken away from my thoughts when I heard a knock at the door. I was slightly confused because usually the boys would knock at my door later, in the evening. The sun hadn't even risen up yet.
"Uh... Who is it?"
The person on the other side stayed silent, as if rethinking their life decisions that lead up to this very moment. However, when they finally replied, it was my turn to stay silent.
"(Y/N)? C-Could you open the door. I really need to talk to you. Please."
I was at a lost for words. 'Well, speak of the actual fucking devil.'
"(Y/N), please open up. I'm well aware that you're awake."
"I-I'm changing! You can't come in. Please leave a message after the beep. BEEP!"
'What the hell am I saying. I sound like a helpless child.' I face planted into my pillow. Talk about embarrassing. I could practically feel his confusion from outside my door.
"That's okay. I can wait?"
I had enough. I sulked towards the door. 'What is wrong with this guy? Can't he take a hint!' I opened the door and saw the black haired boy in front of me.
"What do you want Suga. Are you oblivious to the fact that it's 5 in the morning. People are still knocked out at this hour."
He chuckled at my comment. I put on an annoyed expression as I furrowed my eyebrows. 'Who gave you permission to laugh? Better question. Why is he acting all friendly after what he said to me a few days ago.' I forgot about being depressed and became more pissed off at the rapper who stood in front of me.
"What do you want. Are you here to add on to what you said to me back in the van? If you think I haven't gotten your message that you hate me then you can think twice about that."
His facial expression became a little hurt at my choice of words.
"Listen (Y/N). I'm really sorry. I feel like total shot about what I said to you. I gu-"
"Don't. I'm still committed to finishing this project, if that's what you're worried about. I don't intend to disappoint your members and my manager. Now go back to your room."
"Just listen to me! I want to apologize on my own behalf. I'm not being forced. I really do feel terrible about what I said to you and I talk back all of it. I just want to let the past go. That's all I want. Whatever happened in school doesn't matter. No one cares about those day anymore once they hit adulthood."
"Apparently you did. I accept your apology, now go to sl-."
"I want you to really mean it. Let's be friends alright. I apologize for hurting you back then not."
I smiled towards him. I felt as though a million bricks had been lifted off my back. It felt great to finally talk to him as a friend again. He smiled back at me. As we exchanged smiles, I was the first to break the silence.
"Now that we're friends again, go back to sleep. We going to work on the lyrics tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah. I look forward to it. Goodnight." He turned away walking back to his shared room. I called for him and he turned around.
"Remember how ugly I was back then. Well, look at me now."
His eyes held sparkles as he admired me.
"You look beautiful"
"Also, it's okay that you rejected my confession in high school. If we were ever to have been in a relationship,
.
.
.
it would've been bound to end in tragedy."