Why won't You Love me ((Suga Yandere 21+))) ft JHOPE

••• 삼십사 ~ seesaw •••

YOONGI POV

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"Excuse me, Mr. Min sir?"

Always people after me.

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"Mr. Min, I KNOW you're in there! This is Jeo—I mean, Kim Jiyoo. My little brother came to see you yesterday to audition. His name is Jungkook...?"

So that's what it was about....

She was not here to remind me of what a disgusting waste of existence I was after all.

"If you'd just let me in, I can explain everything! I know Jungkook got really shy and ran out but I promise he's a really good singer, if you'll just let me in—"

Turning of her relentless banging, I got up and walked to the front door, fumbling with the chain before swinging the rusty piece of shit open.

"Look lady—"

But before I could finish my sentence, a girl my age abruptly shoved her way past me into my apartment, kicked off her shoes, and whipped out a laptop from her bag.

"Yah—"

The laptop hit the coffee table as she opened the display and immediately navigated to a video labeled 'singing.'

"You HAVE to see this." Her cursor jumped to play. "Just one minute--no, thirty seconds and you'll--"

SLAM

Her hand jumped away, just before the laptop crushed it.

"Get out," I ordered.

But it was like I had said nothing.

She reopened the laptop, this time holding the rim so I wouldn't touch it.

Goddamnit, how desperate was this girl?

"Lady, I told you—"

"Please, just listen to one Mr. Min! I filmed these in secret, he's really good, honestly—"

But she had pushed me too far.

"I said, GET OUT!"

She didn't even flinch.

"Are you not going to leave? Fine." Yanking the laptop from the coffee table, I turned around and marched towards the front door, intending to place it on the bottom step when a pair of hands suddenly closed around my ankle and attached their body to my leg.

"PLEASE!"

"Lady I said no and I don't want to--"

"PLEASE!"

"Just--" I tried to kick her off "get...out or I'll--"

"HAVE YOU EVER WANTED TO KILL YOURSELF?"

And just like that, my body had froze, halfway to the door.

Never before had I heard words like that.

Words that described exactly how I felt every single day.

Sensing my hesitation, the girl Jiyoo let go of my leg, raising herself up so we were eye-level, so that I could look upon her properly for the first time in my life.