cold | m.yoongi

four✞

I froze in horror.

The pain radiating off my pink cheek that you had just slapped.

I looked up at you, the tears building up in the corner of my eyes.

Shock, regret, guilt.

Those emotions were evident in your eyes.

You were shocked yourself, you didn't mean to slap me, right?

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"Y-Y/N... I-I didn't mean to-"

I held my hand up to you.

"Don't talk to me right now..."

I turned around and headed for the stairs.

I felt emotionless now.
So empty.
So alone.

Before I could reach them, something grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a tight embrace. A hand on my head and the other around my waist, my head was placed into his chest. Tightly.

"Y/N, please don't ignore me, please. I know I've been distant, I know I've said some things but please don't leave me."

I stayed silent.
I didn't dare reply.

I didn't want to leave him.

But what he did really hurt me

"Yoongi... Yoongi..."
I didn't realise what I was doing until I called out his name.

It seemed like every emotion flew at me in an instant, colliding with each other to form this sorrow, this sadness that I couldn't keep inside myself.

Tears were streaming down my face.
My tears were staining his shirt.
My hands wrapped around his back.

"Yoongi, Yoongi it hurts. It really hurts."