La Douleur Exquise || Min Yoongi

Chapter 15

A/N: Hello again, guys. As promised, this is the first chapter I'll be posting today. As I said, I apologize for disappearing off the face of the earth but my laptop took a fairly long time to fix and I hate writing on a phone. Well, you've waited long enough so enjoy the chapter! 💖💖

You were hurt. You were really hurt. It was only one word, shouted in the heat of the moment out of pure anger and something else you couldn't quite place, but it fucking hurt! Yoongi probably didn't even mean it but hearing that word leave his mouth while he stared at you with rage and disgust in his eyes - at this point you were questioning that fact. Did the man you loved more than yourself really see you as nothing more than an easy slut anyone could get into bed? He didn't use those words but that was exactly what the word he did use implied - cheap. The wolf was far from perfect himself but to you he was nothing short of that. Tonight, however, it became painfully clear he didn't view you the same way. You wondered if he even saw you as a friend anymore, if you ever even were friends to begin with?

Sighing heavily at the twentieth time your phone notifications let you know someone was texting like their life depended on it, you turned the device off completely, not interested in who was trying to contact you. If it was Yoongi - the last thing you wanted right now was to hear his half-hearted attempts at apologies again. There was only so much you could take and you had already given him more chances than you could count. A simple "sorry" wasn't going to cut it this time around and you were going to do everything you had to in order to stick by that statement. If it was Taehyung, Hoseok, Namjoon or someone else from the pack - they had to understand you needed space and no amount of pity or comforting would make things better. You already felt pathetic enough, no need for them to see you in this wrecked state and embarrass yourself further. It wasn't the end of the world - you were strong enough to plow through this, all you needed was time - to think, to heal, to once again put up every wall Yoongi had managed to shatter.

Snuggled in your favorite place to think - the roof of the building opposite your apartment, you watched as Taehyung's car came to a halt on the parking lot below and the wolf boy jumped out, practically turning into a blur as he ran into the building with inhumane speed. Poor Tae, he must have lost it when you ran off like that in the middle of the night. You didn't mean to worry anyone, especially him, but you needed to get out of there. You just had to. Simply imagining the aftermath of what had been said, or rather shouted, was bad enough. Having to sit through the apologies, words of reassurance and pity, and Leila's smug face when Yoongi had once and for all confirmed he belonged to her, would have been too much for your fragile sanity at that moment.

As to why that rooftop was your favorite? Simple - someone, who obviously had a green thumb, had made an amazing little garden there, full of colorful flowers and redolent herbs, the fragrance of which always managed to calm you down, for one. And two - where else were you going to go? You were hurt but you weren't stupid enough to walk around and risk getting attacked again, especially in this vulnerable state. You couldn't allow yourself to be caught off guard, not again, not ever. At least here you had a chance to reach your home where, despite your protests, Namjoon had left a few... means, to fight off any unwanted visitors.

Looking in the direction of your window just in time to see Taehyung practically burst into your bedroom only to find it empty, your heart shattered at the way his face fell in a troubled frown. You sighed and slumped on the ground, avoiding him catching a glimpse of you, and switched on your phone. As much as you wanted to be alone right now, you hated the idea that you're hurting your best friend even more. Seeing him worrying because of you was something you couldn't take.