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

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I continued to walk through the halls, making my way to the cafeteria slowly. "Y/N are still thinking about him?" Mark tapped my shoulder lightly. I nodded unknowingly, my eyes widening. "W-Wait Mark" I tried to catch his arm. I groaned, chasing after his running figure.

"Mark!" I called him, the empty halls echoing my voice. "Great he's head straight for their hideout" I mumbled, panting.

I caught up to him, panting. Slapping his back to scold him. His hand overlapped mine, then started me to drag me forward.

He stopped again, a pair of black dress shoes stopping in front of him. Yoongi's gaze went over Mark and onto me, his hard eyes softening once they connected with mine. His foot stepped around Mark, but his body was pushed away by Mark.

"Move Mark" Yoongi growled, his voice raspy. Mark kept silent his hand slowly tightening around mine. "I want to see her" Yoongi tried to step over again.

"It's all because of you she doesn't smile anymore!" Mark roughly pushed Yoongi to the lockers. "Do you think I don't know that!?" Yoongi raised his voice suddenly, grabbing onto Mark's collar.

"Stop!" I screamed, my voice cracking. I grabbed Mark's wrist pulling him away. "Just please leave me alone" I sobbed, staring at Yoongi.

|| Yoongi pov ||

"Just please leave me alone"

I yelled out of anger, punching the pocket behind me. "It's too late, I've lost my chance" I chanted, ignoring the pity looks from my members.

"Yoongi, you haven't lost your chance"

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Edited by jungfuqq