i slowly grabbed my phone out of my pocket, clicking it on to shine the bright screen onto my face. the time read 11:50, which already made me worried. but on top of that still, yoongi wasn't with me. he could be anywhere right now.
why the fuck would i let him out of my sight?
i sighed, falling back into the chair that was almost dangerously close to the main dance floor. watching the crowd silently was more entertaining than you would think. though, it was just as entertaining as a bunch of drunk people could be, and im glad i don't know the extent to that.
after a few minutes of observing the crowd, i clicked on my phone again to check the time. it now read 11:58, and yoongi was still no where to be found. i frantically started looking around for him as i started to grow more and more nervous and angry. why would i let him leave me?
i turned on my phone again, 11:59. the music at the party suddenly stopped, the amateur dj starting to count down. he stalled for a small amount of time, before there were thirty seconds left.
yoongi still wasn't by my side.
i started searching the area as much as i could in thirty seconds, darting my head around to find him somehow. it wasn't long until i finally spotted him. his mint green hair slightly stood out in the crowd, though he wasn't in the crowd.
he was up against the wall.
he was being kissed by someone else.
five.
i stood in shock.
four.
i couldn't move.
three.
this was all my fault.
two.
this was all his fault.
one.
what a whore.
zero.
the shorter of the two let go, yoongi immediately spotting me in the crowd.
i stormed away. out the doors of the house and out of the general area, for i needed to be as far away as possible. i really wasn't sad, i was angry. the amount of times that he's disobeyed me is crazy, and there he goes again. has he learned anything? as this has been the worst he's ever done, too.
i could hear my name being called as i ran. i went as far as i could, not looking back under any circumstances. a park was visible in the distance, but there was no way i couldn't make it. i was out of breath though i tried to not care, but i was in pain. no, i was just frustrated.
"hoseok!" yoongi kept calling for me. i didn't answer. i refused to answer to someone so disloyal.
"hoseok wait," the boy desperately sighed. his light blue hair was now ruffled and messy, due to the wind and the sprinting after me. i merely looked back at him, only to whip my head back around sharply. "h-hoseok, it wasn't like that i s-swear." he began to stutter, as if that would change anything. i know his tricks.
"just leave me alone." my voice cracked (on purpose) as i talked, still walking away. i spoke low and quietly in an attempt not to yell. and yes, i know i yell most of the time but this was a different setting, even though this was much worse than ever before. he's always been such a liar and a horrible person in general, but he would always fix himself up.
"im really-" i cut him off.
"im sick of you, min yoongi!"
i broke, and it was about time i did so.
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he broke, and i should've been the one to do it.
i should've told him, "im sick of you, jung hoseok."
this wasn't my fault, and it never was my fault.
i should've been the one to do it two years ago.
take me back to two years ago.
