Who to Choose? ~BadBoy!Suga X Fem!Reader X Player!RM~

Epilogue - Gone

Your POV

Today's the day. I would tell him who I was. I had finally worked up the courage to tell him the most important thing I would ever tell him. I did want to fix our relationship, but I was scared he really didn't. What if he simply turned me away without hearing me? He would remember me, right? Even after all these years, I don't think he would forget a girl who meant so much to him.

Right?

I called him up, letting it ring until I could leave a message. He didn't respond. I tried texting him, telling him it was important. He didn't respond. As such, I decided to ride my bike to where he always was on days of break. The street racing spot. I rode as fast as I could, just hoping he was okay. Even if he was drunk, I wanted him to be alive.

When I arrived, I had to search around for him. Nobody knew where he was. I found him smoking in an alleyway.

"Yoongi?"

His head snapped towards me and he held his cigarette. "I thought I told you to never call me that name."

"It's what I always used to call you, though."

He scoffed and came towards me. "What do you mean? You've always called me Suga because that's what everyone calls me."

Here we go.

"When we were kids, Yoongi. Before my accident."

He stopped in front of me and his breath smelled strongly of alcohol. "Your accident? What happened to you?"

"Yeong (Y/N). That was my name before I lost my memory and was adopted."

"Yeong...?" He dropped his cigarette and took a step back. "You didn't remember me."

"I was finally told, Yoongi. I just want to ask about what we used to be, how we used to know each other." I reached for his hand, but he jerked away.

"They told me I was crazy because of you. Because you did die that day! You forgot everything! You forgot me! How could you?!"

I tried to get closer, but he just kept backing up. "Yoongi, I didn't mean to. Please, let's just talk."

He stopped backing away from me when I stopped walking. "No. You left me alone. I had to fight with everyone I knew. I knew you weren't dead, I knew it. Nobody believed me. I suffered because no one believed me. No one listened and no one tried to see what I was saying!"

"Please calm down, Yoongi--"

"Don't call me that ever again! That kid died the day you rejected him! He died and never came back! He followed Yeong (Y/N) to hell! You need to leave. Now!"

I grabbed his hand before he could run away from me. "I won't leave you again. I'm here and I'm here to stay. Don't run away from me. Please."

He ripped his hand out of mine and my heart along with it. "Go to hell! I'm through with following you around and hoping you'll pick me over that asshole! Go sleep with him, I know you've done it before!"

"I never did, Yoongi!"

"Just go die in a car crash! You need to leave my life so I can forget your sorry ass! I loved the idea of you, the adrenaline you gave! I don't love even an inch of you. You disgust me, you slut. Going to another man just because 'you're confused.' Get out of my sight."

The tears fell before I could stop them. The way my parents saved me flashed across my vision, and I couldn't believe he had said that. Those specific words. He could tell me I was a slut because I didn't know who to choose. But, telling me to get hit by a car when I had told him what happened to my parents. That's unacceptable. Drunk and furious or not.