Playboy or Not? |m.yg [under editing]

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A could liquid substance came in contact with my head, I jolted from the iciness and shivered from it coating my uniform. "How dare you date my Yoongi, at least he did it for revenge!" A girl threw down a bucket, the metal sound coming hard down onto the ground. The paint slowly dripped down to my hands, staining them.

"Yoongi oppa did you really do it for revenge?" The same girl cooed, her hands slapped together. "Why else would I date this thing?" He said coldy. I slowly got up, the paint falling to the marble tiles. "I guess you lied to me again" I chuckled bitterly, passing him quickly.

||yoongi pov||

"Why did you do that?!" Jungkook I pushed me towards a empty hall. "You could of fixed it there, you had the chance!" Namjoon joined in, softly face palming himself. "So what? Playboys dong need girlfriends to tag along forever" I scoffed, annoyed from how they were yelling at me. "Don't you dare try to act cool! You just going I lose her again by that Mark guy" Jin slammed his fist against one of the lockers. I gulped know he was right, Mark likes her.

"Why do you care" I resorted, crossing my arms. "You came here drunk yes?" Taehyung asked an obvious question. "When you kissed the other slut you only thought about Y/N, right?" Jimin added onto his sentence.

I bit my lip, gripping my hair tightly. "I do love her okay? She's my world! But I messed up" I admitted, pulling on my hair.

"What can we do? There's nothing!" I closed my eyes, squeezing them tightly.

"I've missed my chance!"

||Next Day||

I stopped in my tracks, my eyes set on her wobbling form walking to me. "Y/N, please let me explain-"

My shoulder was roughly collided with another's. My head spun through the situation.

She won't even talk to me

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Edited by jungfuqq