A music class project is due and as cliche as it seems, you get the best and worst possible partners for said project. The best being your friend, Taehyung, & the worst being one of the most difficult to deal with people you have ever met-Jung Hoseo...
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I mean there's just sad stories everywhere ——- _______________________________________
You didn't let go of Yoongi's wrist.
Realizing this, Yoongi makes a move and holds onto your hand instead, but too soon he lets your fingers slip away. It was like he coaxed you to let go.
Yoongi spoke, unwilling to leave Jimin hanging, "Yes, I'm Yoongi. You must be?"
Jimin could only smile with his eyes closed. His tears ran down quickly and onto his shirt, "I'm Jimin."
Yoongi half smiled and nodded, then started to walk away, "I have to go. Goodbye, Jimin. Goodbye, Y/N."
You watch Yoongi walking away because you can't do or say anything. You couldn't.
Jimin walks up to you as he reaches his hand into a bag that hung over his shoulder. He pulls out a pack of candies that he knew to be your favorite, "U-uh, here, Y/N. I thought you would.. uh—" Jimin places them by you then gets up, using his oversized sleeves to wipe away his tears. "I th-thought you might want them.. I'm sorry I should've told you I was coming, I.. I have to go.."
"Wait.. Jimin! I—"
"I-I just need some time alone.." Jimin said as he quickly walked away. The whole time you watched him wipe his face with his back turned to you.
Soon he disappeared from view and you were left on the floor alone. Whimpers escaped your lips as you tore up.
"What do I do?" You asked yourself desperately. You sunk onto the floor, "What do I do?"
~.+.~
You had to tell Taehyung that something had come up just so that you could somehow calm down. Your eyes were a bloodshot red and your whole face swollen. No amount of cold water could ease it up as much.
Giving up, you decided to go to class early this time. You had already missed enough classes and really couldn't afford to miss another one. Plus this way you didn't have to awkwardly walk in front of class with everyone staring at you. You had the opportunity to put your head down.
The second you got to the classroom, you let out a sigh. Thank god you were the first one.
You sat down at your desk near the window and put your bag down before you rest your forehead on the surface. Your stomach grumbled in the process, but you didn't care. You couldn't bring yourself to eat anything Jimin gave you just yet. You still felt bad.
You sit up then look out the window and could see a few students walking around with coffees in their hands. It made you subconsciously lick at your lips. The cut was still there.
Right. To add to your problems, last night happened. It was embarrassing and another mistake. What the hell was wrong with you?
