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Seewsaw - Yoongi

I ran to the bathroom crying. He was screaming my name to get my attention, but I didn't listen and just ran. I slammed and locked the door behind me. My back to the door and knees to my chest, hard sobs escaping my mouth. Everything so familiar, the arguments, the screaming. I've tried so many times to leave but he still finds a way to get me to run back to him.

I heard the front door slam shut. Then, there was only silence. I wasn't crying anymore, there was no tears left. Just numbness. I lifted my limp body from the floor and opened the door. My eyes felt so heavy and body so lifeless. There was only one thing i could do now; write a song. I walked to my room, grabbing my notebook and placing it on my desk. I picked a pencil from the many that I had and turned my lamp on, just letting my hand move on it's on.

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The smaller girl clung to Yoongi's shirt for dear life. She sobbed into his shirt, her tears wetting it. I'm sorry. She cried, holding tighter. It won't happen again. His eyes met hers, that triggered something inside of him. Those sweet, brown eyes he once loved, didn't mean anything to him anymore. Not after everything she did.

Yoongi grabbed her arm and pulled her aside. She stood there, no expressions in her face. He looked her in the eyes. I'm done with this relationship. Her eyes dropped, looking sorrowful. I understand. She said, barely a whisper, but loud enough for the mint haired boy to hear. His heart broke a little at the sight in front of him. Yoongi knew that if he stared for too long, he would run back to her in no time and embrace her. At least, that's what always happens.

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I laid on the empty bed lifeless. This always happens. We fight, he leaves, and comes back. The weight of his hand on my waist, his breath reeked of alcohol. But I was used to this, it became a routine.

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He couldn't believe he was laying next to her, again. Just like always. He hated myself for not trying to end this relationship, it's toxic. For the both of them; they always fight but end up making up sooner or later. They both knew that they can't leave. They can't live without each other, they've grown accustomed to this. He would just have to deal with it.

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"Let's go over here" I pulled the taller, brown haired boy by the arm. We decided to go on a date, to try and fix things between us. Who would've know we would end up arguing about where we should eat.

"Let's not fight here." I said, looking around and sure enough, people were staring. He huffed and pulled me out of the restaurant. I started sniffling, tears building in the brim of my eyes. My arm was going numb from the hard grip he had on it.

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Yoongi sat at the restaurant table outside, waiting for the girl to come. He tapped his fingers on the table, drinking from his glass of water. He was so immersed in his thoughts, but he was brought back to reality when his phone dinged. He looked at the most recent notification, it was a text from her.

Hey, I won't be able to make it. Something came up. I'm sorry.

He heaved a sigh. He was tired of always being the second choice even if he was the first man to ever notice the girl. He called a waiter over and asked for the bill. He payed and left a tip. While walking something caught his attention.

"I'm tired of this. Go home when you want. I'm leaving." A tall brown haired man and a short girl were arguing, the girl was crying. Seeing her cry that way made his stomach turn. Sure, he didn't know what was happening between them. But he knew when a girl was fake crying, he's seeing it a lot. He watched as the man left the girl behind.

His feet reacted on their own, when he realized, he was standing right in front of the girl's body. He squatted down to her eye level and spoke softly.

"Hey, hey. Why are you crying? It's ok." His hand reached to touch her shoulder, she flinched, this startled him. What has he done to her? "What's your name?"

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"What's your name?" I raised my face and met his eyes. Why would he be asking my name? Isn't that a little weird? But then I remembered I was in the floor of a mall, crying. "Y/n" my voice was so soft I thought he wouldn't hear, but he nodded.

"Alright y/n, let's get you home. Everything's going to be fine." He held out a hand for me to grab, I hesitated. No one's ever been this nice to me. Not even my own parents. I'm used to the screams, not the hugs.

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Yoongi led the fragile figure to his car. He genuinely wanted to help, but there was something in his mind all the while he helped the girl. Who was the guy she was with? And why did he treat them that way? He didn't want to seem nosy, so he didn't ask her. He checked his watch 6:25. On the way back, he noticed that the girl had fallen asleep, and he hadn't asked her where she lived.

He panicked, what was he going to do with her? Should she just take her home? Yeah, that seems reasonable. So, that's what he did, he took y/n to his house. Yoongi parked in the driveway, he looked over his shoulder, y/n was still sleeping. He didn't want to wake her up, he carried her out of the car and into the warmth of the house.

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I woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed. I looked around and froze. This wasn't my room, hell, this wasn't my house. Then, I started to remember. I was going out to eat with my boyfriend but then we got into an argument and he left. Later, some other guy helped me. I gasped, and mentally face palmed myself. Why was I so vulnerable, something could have happened.

A pair of brown eyes flooded my thoughts, they weren't my boyfriend's, but they were familiar, and they had a very genuine look. Just thinking about them warmed my heart.

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Yoongi was making breakfast, singing a tune. "Hold up hold up I walk on this seesaw with out you". He turns off the stove and prepares the table "hold up hold up just like the beginning when you weren't here".

"Nice song." Yoongi jumped and put his hand to his chest, it was y/n. He breathed heavily trying to calm himself down. His eyes travelled to the girl, she had an apologetic look. "Did I scare you? I'm sorry" she looked down.

"It's okay, it's just i'm not used to having people over." What a liar. He nervously chuckled.

"I- I made breakfast, here." Yoongi placed two plates of food for the both of them. Y/n walked to the table and sat down.

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There was silence, I needed to find a way to break it. Should I ask his name? I put the toast down on the plate "So, what's your name?" I broke the silence besides, I didn't know his name.

"Min Yoongi, but you can just call me Yoongi." He gave me a smile, and I returned the gesture. We finished breakfast, and I checked the time on my phone. 9:45 I almost screamed, how did I not notice? This isn't going to end up well, I never went back yesterday. I mentally faced palmed myself.

"I'm sorry, I just looked at the time and- I have to go." I stood up from the chair I was sitting at and thanked him for everything. After that, I never saw him again.
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A/N:

Yah YEET! 🤠👊

Hello, hello. Double UPDATE!! I kinda like this one. ngl, ngl 🤔 I enjoyed writing it for sure. This was kind of a confusing story. So just to clear something, this was in the perspective of Yoongi and the main girl (👉you👈) they were never together. Both were in unhealthy relationships and met once, but never end up together. Yeah! Talk about an unsatisfactory ending 🥳🤘

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