Scars // Myg ff

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Y/n stood up, turning around, her curiosity at peak.

There he stood, the beaming male, flaunting simple clothes like a Black pullover, jeans and a black cap placed on his chestnut hair to finish. He strode towards the girls and enveloped Minhye in a hug.

Another man followed right behind him, blonde hair, dark piercing eyes, wearing black jeans, with a black button up shirt, sleeves rolled up. He seemed rather uninterested in the situation.

"so, y/n meet Jung Hoseok, Hoseok meet y/n." Minhye said shaking Y/n's thoughts away.

Jung Hoseok made a few fragment of her memory flicker alive. Y/n had heard this name before, she just couldn't put her finger on it but she was sure this wasn't their first time meeting.

"wow! glow up at its finest Y/n." Hoseok complimented flashing a bright smile towards Y/n. His words assured Y/n about her thoughts but, she decided to ask him about it right after all the formal introductions were done.

"So Minhye's told you about me i see" Y/n asked him with a smile.

"very much"

"and uhm, th... that's um, that's min-" Minhye stuttered slightly  with her words as she tried to introduce the other man.

"that's Suga, my friend cum brother" Hoseok finished for her instead, to which 'Suga' looked up from his watch [or shall I say ROLEXXX] that had turned seemingly more interesting.

"Oh, hey dude." Y/n said. A smile on her face as she outstretched her hand for him to shake which he ignored.

"you haven't changed a bit Y/n" he said out of nowhere a bitter smile across his face, making Y/n's genuine one quickly disappear

She knew now, she knew who it was. She understood why Minhye was so nervous about this, why she had hidden Hoseok's identity until he proposed. It wasn't just any man. it wasn't just any 'friend'. Minhye...Y/n's best friend was going to marry the Jung Hoseok, best friends with none other than Min Yoongi.

"You...it was you!!' the boy cried, his eyes brimming with more tears. "you killed them...yo...you...you murdered them" he spoke with a tear stained face and bloodshot eyes. The moonlight reflected off the menacing glint in his eyes.

"I swear, listen to me Yoongi...please let me explain I- " the girl cowered before him, scared.

"Why? What did they ever do to you!?" he kept going, his grip on the knife, already shaded red, tightening with every word.

"Yoongi...yoongi please... just listen to-" the girl tried to speak between sobs, as she moved away from him. The deep cuts in her legs sent jolts of pain up her spine with every step.

"No! Shut up! Fucking Shut up!" He bellowed. His raspy voice making the girl flinch.

"Y/n... how could you..." His face contorted in pain as he held an expression of betrayal and hurt, "how could you do this to me?" and his voice made it evident he wasn't talking about the incident moments before.

His eyes softened as he let tears slip down his face. His blood stained shirt created a strong contrast with his eyes blonde hair. He slumped his head letting out loud sobs.