If Not You, Then Who?

Yoongi

Finishing my study time I decided to take a walk around town. It didn't take long for all the guys to come with me without my offering. But I liked that about them. They went where I went. Min Yoongi however, did not. He gave a very off vibe as if he would rather see my guts spilled out than spend more than an hour around me.

I asked the guys where we should go and they suggested a park. So I agreed to this suggestion. As they headed out the door I told them to go ahead while I go make a bathroom trip beforehand. Of course, I went to visit Yoongi. Was it a terrible idea? Maybe. Was I bound to be stabbed by a three inch? Absolutely. Would it be worth it? No. But I'm willing to take these risks.

I refuse to believe I'm the one pushing him away involuntarily. Frankly I think it's his own personal problems keeping him from pursuing an ideal friendship with anyone besides the people he knows now - i.e. the guys.
My heart fluttered incredibly as I reached his door. Hesitantly I reached for the knob only to meet...

"Hi." I stuttered.

One inch closer and our bodies would be touching.

"Hm." He muttered. His eyes stared down at me as if I was some disobedient child doing the usual mischievous things.

I furrowed my brows. "Can we talk?"

He scoffed and pushed past me. Not saying a word. Instantly I was infuriated. What the fuck is up with this dude? I've been nothing but entirely nice and I get a shove back in return.
So I continued.

"Why do you hate me?" I cried.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to face me. Then he pushed me to the wall angrily. His eyes black with what I assumed was rage.

"I will not... let you take everything. You not ruin our life. I am heartbreaker. And... I will break your heart. When you ruin this." His breath was hot on my face.

I could no longer breathe. This made my anxiety peak and I was on the verge of tears. Maybe he is right. Maybe I'm bad for them. But I like them already. I don't have much of a home to go to. My condo was small and I was always alone. The only friend I have is Alexis. But even here I felt alone especially knowing he was here.
No longer able to keep myself together, a tear or two escaped.

Yoongi gently wiped them away with his thumb. "No crying." he said softly.

Now I was completely confused. Either he hates me or is okay with me. Maybe he just really hates seeing people cry.

"Don't hate me." I cried out.

He sighed and looked down. "I do not."

"I don't understand."

"Don't want to like you." And so he left into his room without another word.

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Jungkook and Jimin danced on the field and were being random. Jin laid on the slide looking through his phone as Namjoon kept poking his stomach to get his attention. Hoseok, however, was begging me to teach him English while we pushed the plastic, pink, tie-dye ball to each other.

"Please! I don't know English. And I want to uh... speak with you. In a good way." he begged once more.

I sighed. "Maybe later. Only if you stop asking."

He scooted over to me and fave me a bear hug. "Thank you!"

"Okay big guy. Don't hug me to death." I said breathlessly.

"Oh sorry, sorry." He smiled widely and got up.

I looked at everyone around us. Jungkook did an awkward jazz hand type dance while Jimin was rolling on the floor laughing. It made me smile to see them have such a good time by small things. Seeing Jin use the swings while Namjoon pushes him almost way too high makes me smile too.