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yoongi, new girl (ii)

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yoongi's pov

it was a rainy day and y/n was sick in bed, we hadn't been talking lately; but that was mostly my fault. It sounds horrible, but i had another woman in mind - hani.

she was stunning, she had long black hair and a slim face. her smile could make the room bright again. i fell for her the day she started working at the studio, and she took an interest in me as well. 

we started talking and became close to each other - we had to keep it a secret from the other workers because they were aware of the relationship with y/n.

it would be a lie if i said i cared for y/n more than hani, the love for y/n was disappearing by the day.

hani called me in the evening saying she missed me, i looked over at y/n and she was asleep.

'yeah i'll be over soon, yeah -ok, i'll be there in 5 minutes babe' 

i was listening to music when she made the move first, but for some reason, it felt off.

my mind somehow kept thinking back to y/n.

i kept thinking back to the memories me and y/n had; our first date where i first fell for her adorable dimples, how i squished those chubby cheeks when i was nervous to calm me down, how every night she'd kiss me goodnight and in the morning how she would cook up a delicious breakfast.

but as time went by, i realised how much i hurt her, how much hani couldn't compare to y/n, how broke she it because of me.

i was going to put an end to this relationship with hani, it was wrong, but as i was about to push hani off me, my eyes darted towards the opened door.

there was y/n, shivering because of the cold weather, with nothing but her thin top and pyjama bottoms, soaked to the bones. 

i looked at her face and it was pale, her lips were ice blue and she was breathing vigorously. my eyes widened and i immediately pushed hani off of me, i looked at the door again and she had ran off.

i chased after her but as she was crossing the road, a speeding car was on its way.

'y/n! watch out!' i screamed, but it was too late.

her body was flung across the street with only a street lamp making her visible. her motionless body lay in the road with blood seeping from her head.

i ran to her holding her in my arms, i cried loudly and begged for her to still be alive, but her breathing had stopped and she was as cold as ice. her blood stained my clothes - it was all my fault.

 if only i had been a better boyfriend, if only i hadn't cheated with that girl, if only i had loved her more, she wouldn't have been dead in my arms she once felt safe in.

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