The Mind Of Min Yoongi

Eight

We get to the place.. and it looks like we are at the dorms...

I sigh and role my eyes. "Why are we here?" I asked with an annoyed tone.

"This.. is where we are staying.." Jin says as him and Jungkook get out of the truck.

I sigh again, and I jump out of the truck.

I stand in front of the dorms examining it... I really don't want to be here...

"Do we really have to be here?" I asked making Jin turn around to face me, "Well... me and Jungkook stay here... but if you don't want to then i guess you don't have to... sleep outside if you like." Jin replied while continuing to walk to the dorms.

"Ughhhh fine." I whined while following Jin.

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I examine the place, and it hasn't changed one bit... it's still the same from when we disbanded after y/n died.

I sat on the couch as Jin went to the kitchen, and Jungkook goes to his dorm.

I sigh and I start to remember that on this couch, y/n cuddled with me while we were watching Butterfly Prolouge with the boys.

"Jin... why doesn't Jungkook talk as much?" I ask Jin as he sits on the couch next to me, "Well... he is also upset about y/n's death... he feels that he shouldn't talk because y/n isn't here to respond to him." Jin replied, and I nodded.

"Anyway... it's getting late, you should get to bed." Jin says while walking to his dorm... I honestly do not want to go to my dorm... too many memories.

I finally give in because I am not sleeping on this couch.

I get up and hesitantly walk to my dorm.

I opened the door, and I become frozen, just staring at how everything was left the same. Y/n's shoes are still here, her jeans, her shirt... most of her clothes are still here... tears start welling in my eyes, and I get a heavy feeling on my chest.

I sniffle, and wipe the tears that were ready to come out.

I slowly walk into the room, and pick up her clothes from the floor. I put the shoes in the closet, and I hang up her clothes.

I see one of my large shirts on the bed, and I know it was y/n because she was the only one who wore my shirts.

I grabbed the shirt, and went to the bathroom. I removed my shirt and put on the one that was on my bed.

Tears begins splurging out from my eyes, and I cannot control it anymore. She was mine, my girlfriend, my soon to be wife... no she is my wife.

I miss her so much. I remove my shoes, and walk out of the bathroom.

I lay on the bed, and it smells just like her. I can't stand this... this is torture.

I pull the blanket over me, and cry myself to sleep.