7 Bangtan Princes || Completed ||

048

"Big news!" Jimin barged into Namjoon's home, surprising the both of us. Jimin ran over and waved at me, just as shocked to see me there as we were to see him here. "Oh, hey, Hana."

"What's the news?" Namjoon asked, standing up as he glanced carefully from me to Jimin. "Something urgent?"

"Oh, ah..." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking around helplessly. "Just..."

Before he could finish, my eyes trailed to see Yoongi walk in, his blonde hair tosselled around as if he were sleeping all day. The second his head lifted and our eyes met, we both froze.

"Yoongi, it's been a while since we've seen you." Namjoon's voice sounded enthused but he knew this was the wrong time for Yoongi to come around. "Where have you been?"

"This and that." Yoongi answered with a low voice, our eyes still on each other before I pulled away and stood, gathering my jacket as I slipped it on.

"Sorry, Namjoon, we'll have to finish this conversation later." I stumbled over my words slightly, Namjoon putting a light hand on my shoulder.

"Any time, Hana." He assured.

"Thanks." I quickly dipped my head and hastily made my way around Yoongi and to the door.

"Hana!" Yoongi called out and moved to come after me but Jimin pulled on his arm.

"Hyung... I don't think you should call after her."

"Come, sit, you both have something to say. Don't let this be a distraction." Namjoon sighed, gathering the boys as I left the house, practically running out and to the bus stop.

I didn't want to run, it made me look pathetic even though no one was really even watching. But it was the only way to keep me from turning around and looking at Yoongi just once more.

Damn. I should've acted more collected than that... But how can I when I feel like I'm falling apart even still?

I pulled out my phone and dialed for Hyejin, pleading she would pick up as I sat on the bench to wait for the bus, tapping my foot as the cold set in.

She didn't pick up so I left a message and hung up, dialing my mother's phone. "Mom."

"What is it? I'm a bit busy, honey!" She spoke over Nova's barking and voices I didn't recognize. She must be with dad over a business dinner again.

"Never mind." I sighed, hanging up.

The bus came and I stood up quickly, waiting for it to stop just as Yoongi showed up, halting just a few feet away from me and breathing heavily from running. Don't.

The bus came to a stop and I made a move to enter but he spoke, paralyzing my body. "Hana. I really... Can't take this anymore."

I dared to look at him, his eyes red and his nose also red from the cold. He had left in such a hurry that his shoes were only half on and he didn't have a jacket.

"I really can't." His voice stayed calm as his gaze was locked on me as if I was the only thing in the world.

"Listen, I can't stand around all day." The bus driver sighed impatiently.

I turned my eyes to him and nodded. "I'm sorry, just one second." I looked back over at Yoongi and smiled. "But you can. You wanted this too. Don't say I was the only one who wanted to leave when I was just the one who left first."

"Hana..."

"We weren't even a thing, anyways." I chuckled, taking a step onto the bus and daring another glance at him. "Flings come and go. Just like I will. Except... I only want to go." With that, I forced myself on the bus and took a seat, peeking at him as he pulled at his hair in frustration. I'm sorry.