The runaway

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Yoongi pov:

I had been sitting down crying for the past 3 hours, I was so distraught and anger filled with Jimin. Why can't he just see how much I like him? Oh that's right because I'm too much of an asshole. I've completely destroyed any feelings Jimin may have had for me, and he's destroyed me with it. Truth is that I thought he would be just another slut trying to get their dick sucked. I learned I was wrong pretty fast. With all the emotions still well alive I have now made my way home, I see Hoseok in the living room...with mum and dad. I hesitate to move forward and actually go in, but it's too late once my mum spots me. Shit. I enter unwillingly and try to make my way as fast as possible to my room. "Where are you going may I ask?" My mum calls. I stop in my tracks and turn to face her, eyes still red and puffy from crying. "To my room, is that a problem?" I grunt. "You never see us, now come here" she orders. "Let him be, he's always been a failure anyways" my dad chimes in. "Well fuck you too asshole" I scoff. "LANGUAGE!" My mum gasps. "YOU KNOW WHAT I REALLY DO NOT CARE ABOUT ANY OF YOU! YOU GUYS ALWAYS TREAT ME LIKE SHIT AND I AM SICK AND TIRED OF ALL THE BULLSHIT. DAD LOVES HOSEOK MORE THAN ME, MUM YOU DON'T EVEN CARE AT THE FACT HE TREATS ME LIKE SHIT, AND HORSE FACE YOU MAKE MY LIFE A LIVING HELL" I burst. Everyone stares blankly at me like I am a ticking time bomb that just blew up. "Touché" my dad smiles. That really wounds me up, I march straight for him and punch him in the face. Sending him straight to the ground, I punch him 2 more times before Hoseok rips me off of him, along with gasps and screams filling the air. "FUCK YOU ALL!" I scream before running out the door. I run and run until I can't take the pain anymore, until I feel like I could pass out at any second. That's when I realize I left the forest for home, to now only end up back there. I drop to the muddy ground crying and shaking. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH" I yell in pain and anger. I breathe heavily trying to catch my winded breath in the cold air. The tears flowing down makes my face colder and colder with each tear.

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