BTS MILK

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He was annoyed, and you knew it. Once he had gotten back home from being at the studio all day he went straight to your shared bedroom without looking your way. You decided to give him some space for him to cool down before going over there to talk to him. You shifted uncomfortably in the couch, the thought of him upset was upsetting you. After a few minutes you sighed and pushed yourself off the couch and  walked over to your room. The lights were off, you turn on the desk lamp and looked over at him, his back facing you. "Yoongi can we talk?" you asked, your voice low and shakey. There was a few moments of silence, you ran your hand through your hair in frustration. "Why are you so upset with me?" you said a little louder. He sat up and looked at you, "why I'm upset? I can't get work done with you nagging me all the time." he said harshly. Your stomach dropped, so that's how he felt. You stayed quiet your mouth now dry. "It's not always about you." he said his voice a little calmer. Again you were both were met with silence. "It never is Yoongi, I'm sorry if me worrying about you is an inconvenience. I'm sorry if I'm nagging you. I'm sorry for wanting to spend time with you. I'm sorry for being your girlfriend." you paused. His face turned to the opposite direction, "If I really make you that unhappy then I don't see why I'm still around." you finished, your chest ached. "Yeah me either." he said, he was looking up at you emotionless. You couldn't speak, with a heavy heart you nodded and left the room.

I don't know why I felt like making this imagine so sad ..oops