WRITTEN IN THE STARS

SIX

August 17

[ Molly POV ]

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After shifting my weight from one side to the other, the light peaking in through the drapes burned through my eyelids.

I groan in pain as the harsh light feed the ache in my skull. I sat up on the bed, immediately regretting the sudden movement, for the taste of vomit haunted my mouth.

"Too soon." I groan, rubbing my temples.

When I reach for my phone on the nightstand, I found it to be missing. Scanning the room, I found Yoongi sitting on a chair fast asleep. His arms were crossed over his chest, head sunk into the arm of the chair- which had been turned to face the bed.

I smiled at the sleepy Yoongi, a part of me thinking he was such a gentleman for not crawling into bed.

The other part of me was thinking,"idiot, why did you sleep on the chair when the bed it big enough for five people?"

Soon, the smile on my face dropped as the taste of vomit crawled up my throat. I sprinted to the restroom, not caring if I would wake Yoongi up. Falling to my knees, I threw up last night's meal into the toilet.

A few tears escaped my eyes from the pain in my head. A hand was placed on my back, softly rubbing it for comfort.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, not wanting to face Yoongi. I was too embarrassed to face him.

Before he could say anything, more of last night's meal resurfaced and I was throwing up again. He pulled my hair out of my face, brushing his fingers against my skin softly.

A few more tears streamed down my face, not from the pain, but from embarrassment. One thing I hated the most, was being seen in this state. It was embarrassing walking up the next morning with a hangover because the only way I could fill the emptiness inside was through alcohol.

I couldn't even imagine the thoughts Yoongi was thinking about me. He probably thought I was stupid for not being able to get over Jimin.

Yoongi always carried a classy, sophisticated aura. He was wise and intelligent. No wonder he doesn't like me. I'm sure he likes me a lot less after this morning.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, the shame and embarrassment was too hard to hide.

"You don't have to be." His voice was soft and gentle, reminding me of Jimin's voice.

Sudden flashes of a vivid dream rushed through my mind. My hands were placed on Jimin's cheeks, and he sat frozen at my touch.

"Jimin-ah." I said. He remained quiet, shocked at the words coming from my lips. "I miss you."

After a few moments of silence, Jimin raised his hand, placing it on my neck while his thumb caressed my cheek.

He pulled me closer to him, planting his lips on my forehead.

"I'm here." Yoongi spoke, distracting me from the daydream.

Was it only a dream?

We stayed quiet for a while, sitting on the bathroom floor. His hand was still rubbing my back, comforting me in the best way he could. It was more than enough and I felt guilty for actually loving the fact that he was taking care of me.

"Come on." He finally spoke, standing to his feet and stretching his arms out to me. Wrapping my hands in his large ones, I pulled myself up with his help and he walked me to the bed.

He tucked me under the covers. I sat there, watching as he pulled out a small bag from his backpack. He walked back to me, sitting at the edge of the bed with the bag on his lap as he dug through it. He pulled out a small paper packet and ripped it open.

"Here." At his command, I extended my arm, palm face up to receive the pills. He handed me a bottled water that sat on the night stand. "Take it."

I did as I was told, swallowing the painkillers and then chugging the water.

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"Go fish."

"Damn it." Yoongi mumbled under his breath as we played Goldfish. He'd collected a good amount of cards in his hand.

I smiled, giggling to myself at the cute version of Yoongi who sat cross-legged in front of me on the bed.

He shot me a look at the sound of my giggle, poking his tongue against the inside wall of his cheek, annoyed. But a smile replaced his annoyed facial expression.

"Okay," he threw the cards in his hand on the bed. "I'm tired of this."

"Of losing, you mean?" I ask, a smirk crawling onto my lips.

"Of losing?" He mimicked me like a child, collecting the deck of cards. "Whatever." He mumbled and I laughed.

After I swallowed the pills, Yoongi insisted he stay with me to make sure I was alright. He made me a cup of hot tea and we watched tv, but quickly got bored so he pulled out a deck of playing cards.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked him, bring my knees to my chest. He nodded softly, folding his arms over his chest. "Why'd you bring me home?" He sighed, opening his mouth to speak, but I interrupted him quickly, realizing that I might have offended him. "Not to say that I don't appreciate it!" I clarify, waving my hands in front of him. "I-I do. I'm just curious. I know you must have been tired from the concert."

"Well, I found you passed out in front of the girls restroom. I was going to ask Joy to take you home, but she was busy with Namjoon."

Not wanting to directly ask him about Jimin, I thought of a question that would require him to speak about Jimin. "So, nobody else saw me drunk?"

A small smile formed on his lips and he shook his head. "That's a lame way of asking if you talked to Jimin while you were drunk."

Heat crawled up my cheeks and to my ears as I became embarrassed. I remained quiet, not wanting to tell him he was right because he already knew he was.

"But," He continued. "no. Jimin left before he could see you drunk."

The vivid daydream of Jimin passionately kissing my forehead last night gave me hope that he still cared about me. But the words that Yoongi spoke crushed it all.

He really doesn't love me.

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a.n

Ya'll, I'm soft for Yoongi.