BTS imagines

Broken [BTS] pt 7

I stared blankly at Yoongi as he sat across from me glaring at me. "Why the hell are you here?" He asked crossing his arms.

Guess he believes it too. "I don't know" I looked away from his glare. "Then get out of my office and never come back" he spat. "Wouldn't you like to know the truth?" I said calmly. "No, what's the point? I already know everything"

"But do you really Suga?"

"Don't you dare call me that! Only the innocent Y/N can say my stage name!" He slammed his hands. I flinched and started to tremble. So he does believe it. "If that's what you believe...then...I'll somehow live with that" I said trying to have my voice crack. I tremble, it was obvious that I was scared. I stood almost tripping over my feet. I sauntered over to the doors and looked back at Yoongi sitting with his legs open, his hands clasped together as his elbows rested on his legs. "Goodbye Suga...oppa" I said in a whisper, almost not audible. I made the most blank, broken face as possible. After all that's what I am...broken.