Playboy or Not? |m.yg [under editing]

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It was cold but it was perfect for me. I didn't need a happy warm atmosphere to show Linda my feelings about her. "You can't have Yoongi" she tipped her waste out her eyebrows sprawled into an annoyed look. "Why can't I?" I sighed, really having enough of this girl. "Because he said he will be with me forever. Does that sound like a good reason?" She huffed, her hand going under her hair to flip it. I could feel my throat clog and my chest drown. It felt as someone put a gravity spell onto me. I couldn't stand up. "Maybe I should surprise him with a kiss next time, or ask him to meet my parents. After all, meeting the other's parent is the next step in a relationship" She taunted me with her little rant while her bottom lip stuck out and her eyes fluttering. "Or I could make him bow down to me, or I can ruin his family to force him to marry me—and the thing is, he would never know" Linda glided her manicured nails to a strand of my hair, coming that stand gently. Anger boiled deep in my system, as hot as lava. It churned within, hungry for destruction, and I know it's too much for me to handle. The pressure of this raging sea of anger would force me to say things I do not mean, or to express my thoughts through actions."You stay away from him!"  And that's exactly what I did. My hand churned, a sting left tickling my palm. Though I don't think it stung as much as that red handprint on Linda's face.

A holler reverberated in my ears like a clap of thunder, such was his rage. It was a roar of pure anger, and it didn't come from Linda.

"What do you think your doing?!" Yoongi grabbed my wrists harshly, pulling it away with a jerk. A cold bitter laugh almost left my lips as tears brimmed my eyes. "I really don't care anymore" I mumbled under my breath with a sigh. "If you care for her so much, why don't you just date her. Huh?" I continued, my voice wavering with ever word I spoke. "Is it that hard to do?" I lifted up my head to face his angered eyes. "You didn't answer my question" he ignored my helpless pleads and put on layers of hate. "You wouldn't believe me anyway" I looked to the side, the strands of hair that hanged loosely covered my eyes as I try to hide. "Y/N, answer my question" his voice was stern and loud. Why was i the one getting scolded? Why was I the one he didn't care about? Why was I the one to always get hurt? Why was she always the good guy? Why did he love her more than me?

"I hate this" my eyes stung from holding in my tears. Like the wall that was holding in the waterworks broke into two, letting a flood pour down my face. "I hate her" I sniffed, my nose watering even more. "What the fuck Y/N?" His cold, distant voice chiseled my heart. "And I hate you" I mumbled, my hand squeezing tightly onto my arm for some comfort. "What?" His voice didn't calm down like it was supposed to. It stayed at that same temp of coldness. Was it because of her? What's so good about her? How was she better than me?

"Didn't you hear me? I said I hate YOU!!" I screamed, my throat burning. It felt as my throat was tightening by each second. "I wish I never met you" I blabbered, my feet feeling light. I want to run away.

This is the first time my heart followed my mind.