La Douleur Exquise || Min Yoongi

Chapter 6

A/N: Double update! The reason I decided on a double update is because it's September 1st 11pm here - still Kookie's birthday and exactly an hour until my birthday! Yup, I'm a birthday girl 😁 Ok, enough of that. Enjoy the chapter! 

You really didn't think much of Yoongi's distant behavior that night with the drunken "Truth or Dare" game and figured he still felt uneasy around you. That was precisely why you gave him a bit of space and didn't panic right away when he seemed distant whenever you'd see him again after that, as rare as that was. You weren't surprised when you didn't get excited calls from the boy in the middle of the night asking you to come over to hear his latest song, nor were you shocked to see him avoiding eye contact whenever the pack would get together or just a few of you would decide on a night out. You did, however, start worrying when over the next few weeks Yoongi began avoiding your calls even when it came to important issues or he would just coldly brush you off whenever you'd try to initiate a conversation with him by giving you a curt and nonchalant answer. Panic finally started settling in when a sudden realization hit you as Yoongi had declined Namjoon's offer to go out for the fourth time that week. The wolf had been making all sorts of excuses not to come to something the pack or individual members had planned the second he heard you would be there as well. To put it plain and simple – he was purposely avoiding you.

Yoongi had been acting that way for 3 weeks and you were getting desperate to have your friend back, if nothing else. Taehyung warned you to just let it be and let things work themselves out but you were stubborn and just wouldn't listen. Beyond distressed to have things back the way they were, you tried going to the studio but it was locked. It seemed strange since it was past 8 pm and that's where Yoongi usually spent his Thursday nights. Maybe something had happened and he couldn't make it. What could be so serious to keep the wolf away from his music?

Pulling out your phone, you dialed his number, worry filling your heart. Just as you were about to leave, however, you heard the familiar ringtone of Yoongi's phone coming from the other side of the door – maybe your apartments weren't the only thing they should have soundproofed. And just then you got an answer that simultaneously made you relax and want to die or at least disappear off the face of the earth. Relax because the worry that something might have happened to Yoongi dispersed and the death witsh - because with a light perk of your ears you understood why the door was locked. Your phone screen indicated the call had been rejected at the same time the ringtone cut off and a second later Leila's voice reached your ears – a sensual moan of Yoongi's name. The sound pierced your heart expelling all the air from your lungs. You clamped a hand over your mouth to prevent any sound coming out and ran out of the building stumbling over your own feet with the single thought running around in your head – Yoongi had chosen her over you... yet again.

You ran out of the building as fast as your feet would carry you. Not really having a destination in mind, you instinctively wondered towards the one place that could distract you from how you were feeling right now – the not so safe part of the city where street dance and rap battles weren't anything new. You enjoyed watching and listening to other people's talent and it had helped with your own skills and ideas more than once. Luckily, your black top had a hood so you could pull it over your head and hide your face from curious eyes.

You struck luck once again when you stumbled upon a dance battle and you recognized some of the people on the make-shift dance floor – they were some of the most go-hard dancers out there that always pulled the nastiest moves making the crowd go absolutely wild. The music was amazing as well, courtesy of the DJ that you found out worked in the club you and your pack liked to go to not long after your arrival. He recognized you the first time he saw you at the club and agreed to keep your visits to this part of the city a secret. Of course, you offered to compensate his silence but he denied, accepting a few free drinks here and there as enough of a payment. The guy was cool and when he spotted you in the crowd tonight, he only gave a curt nod your way, not acknowledging your presence any further.