She Was Mine [Yoonie] | [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Nine: Talk

◇ Y O O N G I ◇

We were sitting on the outside seats of a nearby convenience store.

I sat across from her, slumped in my seat with anger rushing through my body. My eyes remained on her without a glance at anything else.

She sat there with the cup of hot cocoa I bought her. She held it in her hands while she tried to sit comfortably, but it was obviously that she was nervous with how the situation was.

She avoided eye contact with me and fidgeted in her seat.

I haven't seen her drink the hot liquid ever since I dragged her here. She should be grateful I bought that for her just so we can sit here.

I gritted my teeth the more as time passed by. There was millions of things I wanted to say to her and millions of things I wanted to ask, but I had no control for myself to say anything.

I was too annoyed. Too mad. Too pissed off to hear the bullshit she might say.

"Are you mad at me or something?"

I scoffed. Was she really asking that question? How stupid was she?

"No, I'm just having a bad day," I say as sarcastically as ever. "Are you dumb or are you just plain retarded?"

Did I really have to spell it out to her? How much she was bothering me?

Her eyes shifted towards me. She was mad. Her brows narrowed as though I said something wrong.

"What is wrong with you?" She snapped.

"I should be asking you that fucking question!" I snapped back.

She squinted her eyes at me. "You are the one who dragged me here, Yoongi. So, what exactly did you want to talk about?"

She was trying her best to not yell at me. I could tell by how sharp her tone was and the way she hissed.

I sat up. She wanted to hear what I had to say? Alright here it is.

"Who the hell do you think you are to avoid me and make me think you died!? You make me feel like a problem you know that? To just avoid me and leave your shit with me and then say some retarded shit like you wouldn't mind dying!"

I was so frustrated with her.

"Do you not understand how selfish you are? I was out in a fucking position where I didn't know if you died or not! Hell! I wasn't fucking sure if I would get into trouble because of my association with your bitch ass!"

I huffed from the amount of yelling I did. I felt myself tremble. I needed to calm down, but I couldn't.

Not with this girl in front of me.

I saw her jaw tighten. She was trying to be calm. "I was trying to give you space."

"Space? SPACE?" I repeated her words.

I scoffed from this whole thing. I shouldn't be mad, yet I was.

"You should have at least explained to me what the hell was going on! Hell, not leave me there and make me think I was in some kind of horror film! Who the hell makes someone think they'll die!?"

Her eyes were on me for a moment before looking away to the drink in her hands. She was surprised and had a look of guilt. A hint of anger was faint.

I waited for her to speak, but she didn't. Her grip around the drink was tight. She didn't move from her seat and she remained in that position.

I scoffed once more. She should at least say something to me. If she really was sorry then she should say so.

I slumped back into my seat and crossed my arms. I glared at her. I wanted her to say something. Anything.