The Last • m.yg

6

You're absent.
Again.

Well, what's new?
I sighed as I sat in class, waiting for the teacher.

I decided to stop skipping classes because I thought you wouldn't like that.

AND there it is again.
All I've been thinking about is you.
You.
You.
You.
y/n.
y/n.
y/n.

And thanks to you, I'm a fucked up ball of emotions just waiting to explode.
I'm mad.
I don't know if it's at you or myself.
I don't know if I'm at the fact that you're not here or mad at the fact that I'm mad at you.

Confusing right?

I'm sad.
I miss you so much. You have no fucking idea how messed up my head is right now.

I'm worried.
Did something happen to you?

Because of you, I actually remember what fear feels like.

And I hate the feeling. It feels like waiting for someone that will never come. It feels like I'm paranoid and everything just feels wrong and it's eating me from the inside.

It was lunch time.
I was in the cafeteria.
Namjoon wasn't with us. Maybe he was busy doing some student council work.

Which reminds me, you're part of the student council as well.
I should've just asked Namjoon for your number!
That bastard probably didn't tell me he had it on purpose.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
Namjoon suddenly rushed in. I was about to get mad at him for the number thing but something wasn't right.

He looked panicked.
And there it was again, that sickening feeling. Once again, everything just feels wrong.

What made it worse was his next line.

"Hyung! It's y/n. She's-"

I hate this feeling.