dominant. ☽myg☾

023

Y/N

"You've been misbehaving, baby girl."

After hearing the phrase, part of me wanted to cringe in on myself and the other part anger began bubbling up from the bottom of my stomach, filling every last inch of my body. 

"What the fuck makes you think you can pull me out of a conversation like this?" I snapped, wishing I could burn holes through him to make up for his being taller than me. 

YoonGi raised an eyebrow with what looked to be a mix of confusion and amusment. His lips pursed as if to hold back laughter.

"Ye-owch," he laughed, "what's gotten your knickers in a twist?"

I chewed the inside of my cheek at him laughing, a bit of flesh bitten off and swallowed. 

"Don't act so clueless," I snapped.

His eyebrows creased into one another, his expression changing into one of mild concern other than amusment. 

"What are you so worked up about now?" He looked to the floor as if it held all of the answers to the universe's hidden mysteries, "quit the riddles and tell me."

"I really thought you were about to change for us. For me," I scoffed, pushing his shoulder back so his arms fell to his sides other than around me.

"Y/N-"

"Shut up," I cried exasperated. This whole innocent facade he was playing at had grown tired. So had I, "What makes you think I'm fine with you playing me like this? Is it fucking funny to you? Because I'm not laughing, Suga. "

He opened his mouth to say something again.

"No. Nothing you say at this point can justify everything that you've done to me," I glared up at the ceiling, hoping that the salty stinging at my eyes would hold back a while longer.

"Y/N what's wrong?" He asked, concern still eminant.

I looked at him with a painful look. 

Pushing past him, I struggled to unlock the door in a hurry and speed walk off before the YoonGi chasing after me could reach me. 

Forgetting where I was for a moment, I spotted where Jimin and Mark were sat. The pair of them looked worried and the few other people were staring at the situation with curiosity. 

I rushed over to the table and grabbed my bag, muttering an apology to the boys and hurrying off out of the entrance of the sweet shop. 

I glanced back seeing Jimin standing up and tipping money from his wallet hurriedly and chasing after Mark. Who was chasing after YoonGi. 

I continued running towards the elevator, smashing the button desperately.

"Y/N, why are you crying?" YoonGi asked breathily. 

I ignored him and continued pressing the button. 

He placed a hand on my shoulder and I finched away from his touch as if he was made of scorching fire. 

"If this is about me and Hwasa, I'm sorry but it isn't what it looks like. I swear, I wouldn't do that to you-"

"YoonGi, just, for the love of god, shut up," I groaned, fingers clenching in pure frustration. 

He stared at me deeply, "Why are you so upset? I just wanna know!"

I shut my eyes momentarily, cringing at the elevator causing me such frustation. Opening them again, the first thing I saw was the escelator. 

I pushed towards them only to have my arm tugged back.

"Y/N, breathe. Calm down, you're making a scene. Tell me what's wrong," YoonGi cupped my cheek and had bent down to be the same height as me. 

"HWASA!" I yanked my arm back, hot tears scalding my cheeks, "SEEING YOU WITH HWASA IS WHAT IS FUCKING BOTHERING ME!"

"But you're with Jimin, so why does it bother you so much-"

"YOU'RE ALWAYS WITH HER!"

"That still makes no sense though, Y/N-"

"I love you."

I caved in on myself, tears spilling onto the mall floor, leaking onto my shattered heart that lay there too. I promised myself I wouldn't tell him that, yet here we were, complately vulnerable and insecure to everyone who looked at this hot mess. 

His eyebrows finally softened, his jaw loosening, along with his previously tight grip on my arm.

"What?" He looked at me wounded. 

"I love you, Min YoonGi. I don't know why or when or how, but I fucking fell in love with you. And it sucks because I know you don't feel the same way. It sucks because everytime I felt like this mess of a relationship was going somewhere, all it took was one blink and there you were with your arm slung over some other girl's shoulder. It sucks because there have been times where you looked at me as if I meant something to you, then the realisation hits me and I am stuck there with the realisation of how fucking delusional I am."

He swallowed lightly, awe spilling on his face. 

I moved back, reaching for the escelatior banister, "You won."

He looked at me as if he remembered something.

"Don't worry about me... If Hwasa makes you happy, I'll put up with it."

"Y/N..."

I stepped onto the escelator and ran down the stairs away from it all.