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it was a very pretty Friday afternoon.
the sun had already begun to hide away its rays at the horizon, but the skies remained as bright as ever, and if these had the right to laugh at anything or anybody, they'd definitely target the two people underneath, one being practically dragged by the other without (what it looked like) their consent.
"Namjoon didn't give birth to me so i could suffer like this! let me go you trick ass bitch!" ━ it took all of Yoongi's willpower to not drop Chaeyoung's purse and carry the woman instead of pulling from her wrist, but, it also took all of her willpower to not downright break apart and cry, even as passersby stared at the scene with preoccupying eyes.
"Namjoon didn't give birth to you and can you stop pulling my jacket? it's Gucci"
"okay and? i really wasn't up to going out today, god forbid your children own those puppy eyes of yours, otherwise they will be spoiled ass brats just like their father" ━ she crossed her arms in an attempt to seem more dominant, not realizing how Yoongi's grip had disappeared, the latter throwing Chaeyoung her belongings and making his way towards the previously mentioned club, which could be seen from their spot. ━ "Yoongi, wait, i'm sorry okay? i've just..."
"no, it's fine, you're right, it is none of my business what you want to do while you mop and destroy yourself just because some asshole decided to be the perfect representation of the word towards you, in fact, i thought you were better than this? it's pretty saddening, Chae, i ought to, one day, finally hang around and talk, i had planned to give back after what you did for me and Taehyung but, you're locked, you're back to that old mute Chaeyoung all of us wanted to protect, and that isn't what you want am i right? your eyes speak for themselves, a trait i wish i never had, so go,"
"w-wait Yoongi-"
"no, go, head back home, procrastinate your feelings, whatever you need to end up like a pile of weak shit and then talk to me, otherwise i hope we never cross paths again, Chae" ━ He hoped for the best, he hoped that his words had struck something inside her head, but the more he walked without even a silent complaint from the other party kinda told him that, that was it for whatever they'd built together.
will she really just,
let me go?
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