Meet Me At Genius Lab (Yoongi X Reader)

Chapter 2: A Month To Go

Chapter 2: A Month To Go

More of my lyrics had been made into songs and while they were yet to be released as most were a part of album work, the artists and companies were pleased. I was drawn from my thoughts by the ringing of my intercom. "Hello?" I answered, a familiar voice echoing back down the line "babe, let me in?" I cringed a little inside, knowing he wasn't using babe ironically anymore and obligingly buzzed him up.
Marvin had been my boyfriend since university and it was needless to say that something had died along the way. I admit that I am terrible at being in relationships but that is to do with me lacking confidence and doubting myself and then being too pathetic to talk it out and instead just calling it off or fading out of their life.

He burst into my flat and my throat cloyed, my shoulders tensing even more as he threw his arms around me. "I feel like I haven't seen you in ages Y/N" he said snuggling his face into my neck, his dark hair tickling my cheek. I forced out a laugh, "what?" he questioned withdrawing from my neck to stare too intensely into my eyes. I broke the contact and mumbled "nothing." "No," he persisted, "what?!"

I swallowed, "It was literally nothing, sorry I haven't seen you I've been busy with work and I am unbearable to be around sometimes..." I trailed off my excuses wearing thin. "That's all I needed to hear." he said sounding slightly frosty at my explanation. I sighed, turning my head so that he wouldn't catch the uneven and shaky breaths that gave away my emotion.

We sat for some time on my sofa, the shitty romance show on my television the only sound in the cripplingly silent room. I became engrossed on my phone as he slunk his arms around my waist, I dipped into Instagram and scrolling through my explore page, which was just videos and pictures of BTS like it had always been and forwarded some particularly gorgeous ones to Izzy.

I felt immensely uncomfortable under his touch, his clinginess shutting me off from his affection. Chrissy sent me a message and I saw it as an opportunity to end this awful situation. "Hey," I murmured my voice already weak, "I have to do something for work, I'm sorry to cut this short but I need to go out..." He laughed, his eyes looking bitterly disappointed, why did this boy like me so much?! I couldn't stand it.

I showed him to my door but as I went to shut it he wrapped his arms around me once more, tightly this time; I felt suffocated by him. He released me from his grasp a little and I desperately writhed to get free of him, knowing he would want to kiss me, I pushed away harder and exclaimed, "please don't kiss me"; he protested a little more before settling to plant a kiss on my cheek. In that instant I wanted to wash my face so badly.

I panted, finally free of his oppressive desire and spoke at a low volume, "I think it's best if we don't see each other anymore Marvin." His eyes flickered from hurt to anger and back again. I felt tears welling in my eyes, "I'm not in the right place to be with you right now, I'm sorry..."

He turned away from me, his back suddenly broad and shutting me out; "It's fine, you don't need to apologise. I'll see you." Then he was gone.

I shut my door and sank down it, tears spilling down my cheeks as I told myself over and over that it was the right thing to do. And it was.

"Minahe" I said, "Sorry" Izzy translated. It had been hard attempting to learn very basic Korean in not even 7 months due to the alphabet difference and such. It was enjoyable enough though, I knew some phrases from BTS themselves and the trip really was something to look forward to, especially after the whole deal with Marvin.

We hadn't spoken at all since that day and honestly I was glad to have the burden of a relationship off of my shoulders. Luckily, I had good friends around me and a supportive family back in my hometown, which I was going to visit before the trip. The boss had also signed me up for a load of other collaborations despite the biggest opportunity of my life being less than a month away; he intended for me to work constantly it seemed, but my inspiration and motivation were wearing thin and being overworked. Hopefully Korea would bring the parts of me I lost back...