hwasa had always told you he was a piece of shit. in fact everyone did. every since you two met in high school, your friends had warned you, pleaded you, even begged you to leave him. he treated you like trash, and they could all see it.
but you never did leave.
not when you walked in on him kissing a fellow cheerleader during junior year, not when you came to visit an old friend of yours to find him in her bed the very same day he said he was going to the movies with some close frat buddies, not even when you caught him swapping nudes with the college girl who used to stay next door. you should of, but you didn't. you loved him too much. so every time he called you back and cried for you to forgive him, you took him back.
he was your life supply of oxygen, your daily dose of adrenaline and comfort all in one shot. how could you leave the man you gave your first everything to? your first kiss, your first time having sex, your first "i love you" and your first "i fucking hate you". the same man who stole all the other things you didn't even give? it was never a matter of leaving him for you, rather it was a matter of life and death.
so when you came home on an early flight, returning from a quick family visit (your older sister had yet another beautiful baby, leaving the score between you and her at 4 to a depressing 0 in terms of happiness) you were simply tired.
if you said you were surprised it would of been a lie. how could you be shocked to see yoongi sinking balls deep into the pretty brunette who stayed bent over obediently. from the reflection in the mirror you could tell that she was the cashier at the starbucks you went to every other morning. she was the girl who always spelled your name right, and who knew your order without you having to even say it
she was the girl who was fucking your boyfriend
a/n: HOW WAS THAT MY PEEPS? as you can tell this is gonna be a bit different than my other books. it probably still wont be good anyway lmaooo
