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Strangers 💫 m.y.g

MIN YOONGI! So sorry, Yoongi has given me this sudden urge to write about him.

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"Hello, Yoongi-ssi," It had been months since you last saw each other. "Yoongi-ssi? What happened to Yoongi-ah?" He asked, he was slightly hurt, he didn't like you calling him that, it made him sound like a stranger. You chuckled lightly, you were hurting inside, but kept it well hidden, "It's the right way to adress you," Yoongi's smile slowly dropped. "...How are you?" You shook your head, quickly grabbing your coffee and walking away from the counter. "I'm busy, sorry, I can't talk," You apologized, quickly rushing out of the break room. Yoongi had found out where you worked months ago, but he didn't have the courage to suddenly appear when he had obviously broken your heart. He turned around, surprised to see a familiar looking girl. He observed her, looking her up and down until he finally realized.

I need to get out of here. "Oh! Yoongi-ah!" She called, walking over to him. Shit, shit, shit. "How come you never texted me back?" The girl asked, smiling an awful fake smile. "I-I've been busy lately," He was partly telling the truth, he reached his hand to slowly rub at the back of his neck awkwardly. "Oh...well, I'm free tonight," She smiled an even more fake smile, if possible. She took hold of Yoongi's shoulder, softly rubbing it. "Still at it, I see," You commented once spotting the two close to each other. "I hope you have fun, Yoongi-ssi," You quickly put your rubbish in the bin and walked out before Yoongi could protest. Fuck, I've messed up bad. "Sorry, I need to go," The girl was taken aback at how fast Yoongi moved to run outside after you. You had just finished your shift and wanted to get home as fast as you could.

"Y/N-AH!" Yoongi yelled after you, it was raining when Yoongi made it outside, the weather completely displayed your emotions. You didn't listen to his calls, you walked faster, soon running away from the male. "Why do you have to be stubborn?" He popped, looking at your drenched form. He wasn't any better, you were both wet from head to toe, but both of you weren't bothered about it either. Please tell me he's stopped following... You thought, slowing down and finally taking a peek over you shoulder. The male wasn't there, only buildings, cars, trees and the occasional person wandering the streets. The moment you realized that it had stopped raining, your phone rang, the caller being no other than Min Yoongi. What do you want from me now?!

You didn't answer of course, you let it go to voice mail. "I thought I had gotten rid of you!" You exclaimed, watching the male stand up from his spot, in front of your door. "You can't run away now," He whispered, smiling slyly. "I may not be able to run but I can certainly decide not to speak to you," You spoke, crossing your arms and smiling proudly. "I don't need you to talk, just listen," Well, that ended great. Without any other choice, you ran the other way, already knowing that without your two minute head start, he'd be able to catch you easily. "Y/N!"

I am not going to let you catch me, Min Yoo- before you could even finish your thought, he had managed to catch up to you, now holding your waist and pushing you up against the wall. Your eyes narrowed before you quickly swatted at his hands, "Let me go!" He shook his head, knowing damn well enough that you'd just run away again. "No, not until you listen to me," You crossed your arms again, now facing the end of the hallway with your eyes closed. "I just got over you, Yoongi, please, just let me be," Yoongi grabbed hold of your chin, making you turn to look at him. "Seuji and I-" A loud smack was heard throughout the hallway, and he quickly let go of your waist, now holding his red cheek. "Last time I'm saying this, LEAVE ME ALONE!" You shouted, not caring about the people who were currently minding their own business. Silently taking your keys out, you unlocked your door, and walked inside, leaving the male outside in the hallway.

Yoongi jogged over to the closed door, quickly banging on it a few times. "Y/N! Please," Yoongi took a deep breath, sliding down the door and taking a seat. "I still love you," He spoke softly, hoping you'd still be near the door so you could hear him. "I always did, it's never changed since when we first met, I knew straight away," He was now playing with his jumper, mindlessly picking at it. "As clichè as it sounds, it's true," You could hear him speak loud and clear, but you moved away from the door, and walked over to the kitchen instead, hoping you could distract yourself. "The thing that happened between Seuji and I was a mistake and I will forever regret it," He sighed, not really knowing why he was talking to a door. He didn't know that you had stopped what you were doing, completely failing at trying to distract yourself, and quietly sitting at the door as well.

"It's fine if you don't forgive me, I just want you to know that I'm really sorry for hurting you," You glared at the ground. Before you could speak, Yoongi continued, "I absolutely deserve this, and I'm happy for you if you've moved on and found someone else," Even though it hurt him greatly, he told himself that he needed to accept it. "I wouldn't even blame you if you have a grudge on me, I'm an asshole," You nodded, agreeing completely. Standing up, you grabbed the handle and pulled it open, making Yoongi fall onto his back. You glanced down at him, shaking your head. "I don't forgive you, but all I can say is that I accept your apology," Yoongi stood up, rubbing his clammy hands onto his jeans, now smiling at you with a genuine smile. You pursed your lips, trying to hold back a smile as he was absolutely adorable wearing a hoodie and jeans. You missed him, you couldn't deny that.

You were both still wet, Yoongi's hair damp, your's dripping. "You're going to get sick," You spoke, shaking your head at him. "Why don't you take care of me then?"

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Why can't I finish this? Writer's block, it's great. :/
I have like 6 million (jk) drafts that I want to write but you know, procrastination.

There's also supposed to be a Seventeen chatroom imagine thingy that I'm supposed to publish, but I haven't even finished that, sorry.

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