Why Am I Not Enough? - p.j.m

what did you do to her?

Da Yeon's P.O.V

I'm losing my sanity

Just knowing that so many girls wanted the man that I had, made my sanity go wrong.

I couldn't understand myself.

What was going on to me?

I was walking down with Yoongi, his hand entangled my waist, so close to him that I couldn't even walk properly.

I kept losing my balance, but thankfully, didn't fall.

"Babe, I can go from here. Really." I told Yoongi, and he scrunched his eyebrows together.

"Hm, sure then." He said, and let go of me.

Quickly, I walked away, giving him a quick wave.

But it wasn't even after 3 steps, when I bumped into someone.

I quickly turned around, and looked up at the boy I bumped into.

"O-Oh, Jimin." I softly said, because that was the loudest that my voice could go.

It's been a month since we last talked.

He looked worried, his eyebrows crushing together, and his eyes showed so much.

"I'm sorry." I muttered, and tried to turn the other way.

But he stoped me.

Jimin grabbed my wrist before I could go.

He looked at me, then looked at Yoongi who was behind me.

"What the hell did you do to her?" Jimin bellowed, glaring at Yoongi.

I heard Yoongi's footsteps getting nearer and nearer.

"And why the hell do you care?" Yoongi asked, yanking my arm away from Jimin, but failed.

My arm stayed there, getting pressed by two of their arms.

I stared at both of them, and my heart broke. It broke so bad.

I didn't know why, but it did.

"She's not supposed to be like this." Jimin snarled at Yoongi, taking a step nearer to him.

Both of them let go of my arm, and Jimin lightly pushed me aside.

"What do you mean?" Yoongi raised his voice.

"She's not the Da Yeon I know. What the hell have you been doing to her." Jimin angrily said.

Yoongi scoffed, even when Jimin had his hands on his collar.

"I've been doing things that couples do with her. Am I not allowed to do so?" Yoongi stated and Jimin's hands tightened at his collar.

"Jimin, get off." I said.

But Jimin continued glaring at Yoongi, trying to figure out something to fire back with.

"I said get off of him!" I shouted at Jimin, and this time, holding his shoulder, trying to pull him back.

It was getting hard for me to shout. Because the inner me just didn't want to.

As soon as I grabbed his shoulder, his body wasn't as tense anymore, and he turned to look at me while his hands slowly let go of Yoongi.

"Jimin, go to class." I shakily said, "You too, Yoongi."

Yoongi gave me an assuring smile, before he left.

But he said, "You have a crazy friend."

And I knew he meant Jimin.

And I didn't like it. The way he called him that.