Top Student -- BTS Min Yoongi FanFic

Chapter Thirty Seven

Seon's POV

"Why did you think it was a good idea to take off like that?" I let out a huff once we were gone from the public eyes. In all honesty, I was furious. After everything that had happened, Yoongi had decided to make things even more complex for me to understand. It was barely even graspable to me. 

Yoongi sat down besides me on the gravel, but not turning to look at me, "Why made you  think it was a good idea to come after me?"

"Obviously because I care about you." 

He went silent, and when I turned over to look at him, he was hiding his face in his hands. Just then I realized how sappy what I said was. But what I meant what I said. There wasn't much for me to be embarrassed about. Afterall, after everything he had told me yesterday, I had grown almost immune to shock. 

"Did you hear what Namjoon said?" I managed to ask, praying Yoongi wouldn't just get up and dash off again. Instead, he let out a sigh and cracked his knuckles. 

"I knew he'd confess one day. I just didn't expect it now." 

This took a while to sink in, but once it did, I could feel my anger start to spark again. 

"You knew?"

"H-huh?" Yoongi's eyes went wide, surprised at the tone of my voice. This was starting to remind me of the time we first met. Him elbowing my nose and nearly breaking it. Overtime, I had gotten closer to Yoongi, and had been exposed to who he was really was. 

I cared a lot about him. I do like him. 

"You knew along?" 

"Yeah, but-" 

"So was this some sort of... game between you all?"

Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed, "What the hell are you talking about?" 

My head started to ache, and I felt myself grow dizzy. 

"You still went after me knowing Namjoon liked me?" I questioned. Every word in our conversation felt foreign and unfamiliar. I couldn't give get a grip of reality. 

Yoongi seemed at loss, blinking rapidly. 

"I'm sorry, but this isn't a game, Seon. I really do like you." 

"Does Namjoon know?"

"I-I don't know. He probably does. He catches on quickly." 

I rubbed my forehead, "and you haven't told him anything?"

Silence. 

"You need to talk things out with Namjoon," I began to get up before being pulled back down. 

"Where are you going?" 

Hesitantly, I pulled my arm from his hand and casted my eyes downwards, "I need some time to think." 

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