First love//{sequel} Yoongi x Reader

Chapter 10

YOONGI'S POV

Min Yoongi. Idol Rapper. Part of Bangtansonyeondan short BTS. Second identity Agust D. Deeply in love with L/N Y/N. Currently in a club to follow his love's boyfriend to proof that this dude is a fuckboy. Status update. BUSTED!

The grin still resting on his face Seok slowly waved at me, signaling that I should sit next to him. After I discovered that we had been observing each other the entire time, he was inviting  me to chill with him. What am I supposed to do now?

Option 1: I could leave the club. But this would lead me to fail at my mission..again. Note: I Min Yoongi should never think about the profession "Secret Agent" or "Detective".

Option 2: I could ignore Seok. But this wasn't working out since we had been glaring at each other the entire time and we're still doing it now.

Sighing heavily I got up. Knowing that I had no other option left. If I want to rescue this mission I guess I have no other choice then to stay and talk to Seok.

Than I could show Y/N that Seok wasn't the one he pretended to be. Because this was what I wanted the most. Everything will work out Yoongi. Just stay calm and nothing will happend.

After I inhaled a deep breathe, before putting on my best fake smile, I walked over to Seok's table. Two girls where with him, weirdly grinning.

„What's up my friend." Seok greeted me. A weird way to greet a stalker tho. Maybe I was wrong? Maybe he still didn't knew who I was.

„What's... up?" It was really awkward to talk to him. He was still my enemy but currently acting like my friend. Was this part of his plan? Did Seok planned something?

Everything inside of me was telling me to beat the shit out of him. Especially because
he did not only stole my girl he was also talking informal.

„Sit down." Seok continued talking like we would know each other for years. One of the girls started glaring at me as he pointed at the seat of the other side of the table. Nervously I stepped closer to sit down.

„Want something to drink?" A little bit to friendly. Suspisiouly friendly if you ask me. I shook my head. „I still have some." To proof my words I hold up the drink I had ordered at the bar.

„Comm on nothing to be shy about. I know it's challenging to deal with the Seok." My fake smile turned into a real smirk. Did he really just called himself the Seok? What the fuck was wrong with him? He should stop drinking.

Thanks to the way he was talking, I had to struggle to not burst out in laughter infront of him. „Just admit that you are jealous."

The smile of mine faded a little. The joy I had felt caused by his hilarious confidence replaced itself with an indescribable mix of emotions.

There was no way that I could be jealous. Except of Y/N. She was the only reason for me to be jealous. Was he talking about her?

I wasn't sure anymore if I wanted to slap him or me instead. Being insecured. I just hated it. Managing to calm down I faced Seok again.

„No clue what you are talking about." I leaned back with an bored expression hiding the anger inside of me. „I saw you glaring at us."

The girls, he had wrapped his arms around, started chuckling. Wasn't this fuckboy enough? Should I just take a picture and leave? I doubt that he could chase after me in his current condition.

"Wait for me I'll be right back." In a seducing voice he whispered to the girl.  Complaing the they let go of him while I was observing him getting up.

Where was he going? My eyes widened a little as he signalled me to follow him. Maybe it was my curiosity or just my will to get out of this club. But I followed him without hesitation.

My biggest mistake. As soon as we walked a little away from the club, Seok grabbed me by my collar and threw me against the bricked house wall.Shock rushed through my body, as I groaned out in pain.

Seok's eyes glared at me threatening as his face got closer to mine. „ You think I'm dumb? You thought I haven't realised that you had been following me the entire time?" Seok hissed the last part.

Fisting my hand I glared at him. „If I see you ever again you'll know what it means to suffer." My stare became cold as my eyes turned dull, tilting my head  to the side a little. He thinks he knows what it means to suffer?

Uncontrollably my body started trembling. Throwing me a disgusted glance, Seok let go of my collar. Blinded by rage I raised my fist. As I returned back to consciousness I could see people peering in my direction.

Seok was lyinginfront of me, my foot on his chest. Blood was pouring out of hisbursted lip. On my fist,blood. „Listen closley. Who are you tothink you could touch me, threaten me and order me around?"

With morre forceI pressed mt foot on his chest, causing him to gasp for air. Morepeople crowded at the other side of the street. Some were pointing atus. Scoffing I removed my foot of Seok.

Before he couldsay something I turned around, fixing my jacket, before walking away.Even tho I couldn't remember what I have done excactly I know forsure that I punched Seok.

Probably once.Probably twice. In other words I've harmed him. If hurt him. I didthe the one thing that Y/N prohibit me. Again another promisse Ibroke. Another lie I will have to tell. Forgive me Y/N.