yoongi let his feet dragged him down the dark alley, not minding the cold breeze hitting his bare face. his eyes were glassy as his lips were frozen because of the snow. his body hurts due to the constant walking but his heart hurts more.
like those old stories of romance, we can say that he was hurt and broken. heart was shattered because of a boy and was torn into pieces.
he remembers what happened clearly, clear as the water in the sea. and he didn't have a poor eyesight, he knows what he did see and what's really happening that moment in the scene before him.
Jimin was cheating on him.
the thought itself feels like was being stab by a single knife but a hundred times. he didn't know that cheating hurts more than a break up. betrayal mixed with agony were greeting him as he saw Jimin kissing a man who wasn't him.
those lips that Jimin said was his.
he wanted to scream, to express the feelings that were stuck in his heart painfully. he wanted to shout and ask Jimin 'whys' and 'hows'. he wanted to ask Jimin the questions who were drowning him in the sea of jealousy and betrayal.
he wanted to cry and let everything out. he wanted to whimper and sob loudly so it would hurt less.
but he didn't. because he can't.
he didn't because he knows once Jimin heard him, once Jimin turned around after his voice was heard, he was afraid to see the eyes he loved and die for.
those innocent eyes Jimin owns.
he was afraid that once Jimin tell a something, either a lie or truth, he knows he will immediately nod and accepted the apology Jimin will say.
