Top Student -- BTS Min Yoongi FanFic

Chapter Thirty Six

Seon's POV

"Where'd he go?" I panted, whispering to myself. The cold air stung my face and whipped my hair back violently, but inside, my lungs were burning. Everything that had happened in the last 48 hours had numbed my brain, and all I could think about was finding Yoongi. 

What is it with running away? Hoseok and now Yoongi... 

As I took a break, sitting down on the central fountain, my mind began to race. Namjoon had admitted something shocking to me. I could barely comprehend anything, so even hearing from him now was like putting a megaphone to the ground. 

In all honesty, it did hurt. Him admitting he only spoke to me with a personal motive.  

But, now, months later and knowing them all, I couldn't let such a petty thing ruin our friendship. 

I needed more time to think. 

The wind blew harder, the sound of bare branches snapping and getting tossed around by the violent pushes. 

There would be time later. I need to find Yoongi first.

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"Yoongi!" I shouted. Perhaps only thirty minutes had passed, but it felt like hours. The cold air was sharp and merciless, and it felt like I was dropping in temperature by the second. 

I was beginning to grow impatient. 

The general public also didn't seem to like it either. Passerbys gave me strange looks, as if saying 'who let this crazy girl out from her asylum?' It was reasonable, I guess. I was wearing clothes that were only presentable at home. 

After Jimin had said Yoongi had ran out, I did too. The tense atmosphere had choked me out the house, and plus, I was worried about Yoongi. 

Had he overheard the whole conversation or just the ending? Oh, god. I could see how he'd misunderstand. But why run out? If anything, he was in the same situation. Freezing and looking like a weirdo. 

Unless... He wasn't in a public place. 

Damn it. He was probably hiding like Hoseok had. 

I glanced around, my eyes wandering around the shops just in case I spotted a head of blue. A few places came in mind where he might be, but the probability that he was around still lingered in my mind. 

"Yoongi, are you here?" I shouted louder this time, almost cringing at the sound of my own voice. People turned to stare, but I ignored them and stood on my heels, trying to peer around. 

I sighed, beginning to walk away but not before a tight grip pulled me backgrounds, sending my balance off and causing me to slip. 

"Is this what you're doing?" a snarly voice howled, his tug at my hoodie was the only thing that held me up, but restricted my air flow in my throat. I sputtered, my hands clawing at whoever it was. 

"Not in public," a women scolded. 

My parents. 

I gasped, struggling to tear his hand off of me, but he was stronger. 

"..L-let go," I managed to say, my voice strained. 

"You go off with some boys like a wh-" 

"Honey!" my mother cut in, her face looking panicked. But she wasn't worried for me. She was worried about the people watching. Some were stopping, some had their phones out. 

"And now you're out, looking all lowly? Who do you think you are-" 

Suddenly, his grasp was gone and air flowed back into my lungs, leaving me gasping, urging for the cold air instead of fighting it. I fell to the floor, my hands outward. 

"Hands off," this time I could recognize the voice. Yoongi. 

"How many times do you have to be told," he growled, tightening his grip around my father's arm. He winced, trying to pull away from Yoongi. 

"Unhand me right now!" my father roared. A crowd started to form, onlookers watching as if this were some form of entertainment. 

Instead of listening, Yoongi only grabbed harder, forcing him down. I wanted to get up and stop him. I wanted to run. All I wanted was for things to be normal, and with the rate everything was going, the world felt like it was spinning. And I was paralyzed. 

 "What?" Yoongi laughed, his smirk looking sinister. "You didn't let go of Seon when she told you to. Why should I?"

The crowd started whispering, "A drama? Youtube video?"

My stomach felt light, the feeling of acid making me nauseous. I needed to get out of here. Now. 

I grabbed Yoongi's hand, the one that held my father and pulled it away. Yoongi's eyes went from my father to mine in surprise, as if I wasn't there the whole time. I guess he was in shock in too. 

"Let's go," I said through gritted teeth, my patience well spent. I felt light headed with everything going on. Standing up even felt like I was dreaming. My exhaustion was getting to me- and if I were to stay in the crowd any longer, I would pass out. 

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a/n

we only have a few chapters left. im hoping to finish within five. who's excited??? 

not me! once im done, i'll have to go back and make a WHOLE lot of editing. i can just see the minefield of errors now... 

see you next update! <3