Haha, hey guys. I'll keep this short. Sorry for being so bad at updating. Anyway, here's this that I typed up real quick.
Suga POV
I close my fridge for the fiftieth time in the last ten minutes. I just couldn't make myself eat, no matter what was in there. I was hungry. I was craving. It's just that nothing was appealing. Everything made me sick to my stomach, and the only time I'd been able to actually eat was when Taehyung was forcing me.
"Where is that bastard, anyway?" I growl, slamming the door shut after taking yet another glance.
The sound of the door unlocking answers my question.
Taehyung enters the apartment with wet hair and a slight smile. It looks like it's supposed to tone down my clear displeasure, but it doesn't work at all. If anything, it's heightened by the fact that he is littered in hickeys. Those are a memory I would rather bash my head with the fridge door than remember. I shake my head, going to the counter and leaning on it.
"Listen, before you say anything--"
"Oh, no. No, it's fine. We have to get to school, anyway."
And I won't have to see her again. I'm glad she's gone. It doesn't fucking matter. Add her to the motherfucking list of disappointments.
"(Y/N)'s back."
I can feel my mind implode and explode at the same time. I turn around, my expression twisted.
"So? Why should I care?"
Taehyung's eyes turn soft, drooping like a puppy's. "You guys need to talk, Suga. Sit down and really talk."
I scoff. "She told me that she didn't want to the moment she ran off. It's fine. I'm stupid. It was my fault. End of story."
"Suga, you can't avoid every problem in your life."
I grab my bag and keys then walk to the doorway. I stop next to him, our shoulders barely touching. I glare up at him, my blonde hair dusting my eyelashes.
"Watch me."
Namjoon POV
I pace outside of the school. My hand was on my chin as I did, even if that really didn't help with the thinking process at all. I confessed to (Y/N) at an absolutely awful time. It didn't exactly feel right, but it did, but it didn't.
I groan, running a hand through my hair.
I don't know what to say when I see her. We have class today, and Suga's also in the class. Jungkook will allow for a slight filter for all of us, but it's not enough. These talks need to be had, especially hers and Suga's. I'm completely unsure of how they'll go, though, and it worries me to no end. I don't want to damage her further, but I also know she's strong and will want me to be upfront.
Ah, fuck, why does it hurt so much to think about her and Suga?
A distinct car that I'd know anywhere pulls up, and that's the moment my feet stop moving. I look at the car, look at the passenger seat, and see her. She's there, alright. Just as beautiful and perfect as ever. However, when she gets out, I can see that she's different. She seems older, like she has more weight on her shoulders.
Her eyes meet mine.
Your POV
My eyes meet his, and I've barely held his gaze for more than a moment before he ducks into the school. I was hoping to talk to him, but it looks like that won't happen.
"Go after him, (Y/N)," Jungkook says from the driver's seat. "I'll get your bag."
I nod to him before running after Namjoon. I go through the doors and go towards English, hoping he'll be on the way. He is, and I can tell it's him by the color of his hair and the slump of his shoulders.
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