BTS Angsts

Seesaw/Yoongi

                               Your POV

I see you, but I saw us.

Another evening, waiting in anxious anticipation to find out his mood.

But maybe it's better to start from the beginning...

Min Yoongi, the sweetest most caring guy there was. We met in our second year of college, after I had just come out of a toxic relationship, he helped me through it, and at the end of the year he asked me to be his girlfriend. And I happily accepted.

Fast forward to now, he's slowly been taken over by something. Something stole my Yoongi away. And now he either will come to me happy or angry. And if it's the latter, I suffer. Now I'm no cupcake. I have a very headstrong personality and I'm not afraid to fight, so I'll fight back his rage, but then I stop mid fight, because I remember the man who I fell in love with is still in there. He's just trying to defeat whatever has stolen him.

Moreover, his life, to me, is like a seesaw. When he's happy, he's suspended in the air, high above the other half of the seesaw, but then when he gets pulled down for the other half he throws a fit because he's below the other.

So there I was, tracing the scars and bruises I had accumulated ever since he became this way.

I always dreamed of having battle scars, but not like this. Though it proves I've survived, he isn't. He fights an endless battle, and I want to be there to help him beat it, but in the end, I get caught in the crossfire, and now, I have to back away, and not get caught in it.

I heard the door click. I quickly got up, and looked like I was doing busy work.

"Y/N!" His angry voice boomed.

I flinched at his tone of voice.

I was about to sneak out of the kitchen, but he grabbed my wrists and slammed my back against the wall.

"Why would you ever do such a thing?!" He yelled.

"I didn't do anything Yoongi," I calmly said back.

"Don't give me that tone! Not after what you did to me!" He screamed.

"And what did I do to you huh? Be a good girlfriend?" I retorted.

That just aggravated his anger more, as he threw me to the ground. Then he picked me up harshly and slapped me hard across the cheek.

I tried getting away but he tightened his grip on my wrists.

"Yoongi please let go," I begged, losing my ability to fight back and going into soft mode.

"Why? So you can do what you did again?!" He yelled.

"I didn't do anything!" I defended.

He abruptly let me go, letting me scramble away to my room.

I ran to my room, crying out of helplessness. I finally decided that I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to be there for him, but I had to think about myself a little too.

I grabbed a suitcase from my closet and packed all my clothes, toiletries, and work supplies.

I quietly peaked around to see if Yoongi was still there.

I grabbed my suitcase and ran to the door, thinking it was all clear.

But then I ran right into him.

"Y/N? Where are you going?" He asked, his tone much softer.

I felt another round of tears coming.