you may not have been surprised at the situation, but you were surprised by yourself. last time this happened you balled out into tears immediately, screaming at yoongi, asking him how could he have done this to you, as if you deserved anything better for staying with him. this time, however, you simply sighed and went into the room without hesitation to grab the tablet you had forgotten to take with you on your trip.
there was no point in packing; your suitcase already had a good amount of clothes in it. all you knew was that you needed to make your presence known, make sure that he knew that you saw him. and then you needed to haul ass and leave before you lost your resolve.
easier said than done.
as soon as the girl saw your still body in the mirror she had been huffing her life onto, she shrieked and pulled away from yoongi. you figured she was quick witted, because it seemed she realized exactly who you were, not just the pitiful girlfriend, but also the good natured customer who once shared st.patrick's day suger cookies with her. the girl began to tear up precisely when you looked away from her and locked eyes with yoongi, who finally got what was going on.
the eye contact only lasted for a few seconds, but the message was sent. he was sorry he got caught, and you were sorry to be unable to go through this yet another time
"i can't do this anymore." you said softly. there was no point in yelling, no point in losing energy you didn't have.
"Y/N, i didn't mean..." yoongi started, but you shook your head. were you crying already? you could still see him clearly in your blurred vision.
"no, don't."
"i'll get my things later," you added before turning around with your suitcase. you were done.
he didn't come after you, he didn't call out your name, he didn't send you a thousand text messages telling you not to leave him.
maybe he was done too.
