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~ Y/N POV ~

The tears wouldn't stop pouring from my eyes. It hurt. Saying all that to someone I couldn't really trust, hurt. Like a sword flying into my heart.

Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin where comforting my distressed form, although they didn't know what was even going on.

It was sweet. But I still felt horrendous.

But they suddenly walked away from me, and I pulled my legs into my arms.

Someone tapped my shoulders, and turned around to Jin, Namjoon and Hoseok.

I gasped, pulling myself away from them.

I looked over to Yoongi, and he stared at him, hurt.

Honestly, from his eyes, I felt he could have been more hurt then I was.

He then looked at me, and I looked back at him in silence.

He looked so crushed, and a tear fell from his eyes.

He then grabbed his stuff and left. But I didn't dare glance at Changkyun.

Jin sighed, and I drew my attention to him. "I'm, im really sorry. We all are. We didn't mean to hurt you."

I stared up at them, flabbergasted.

"Huh?" I asked, confused.

Namjoon walked forward, and he looked ashamed. "Yoongi means to much to us. We grew up together. But we couldn't help but overhear some of your conversation before. We understand what he's doing is wrong, and we don't want anything to do with Changkyun either."

I gulped.

They heard everything.

I sniffed, and turned around. "Okay then" I sighed.

"Well. I'm going home now. Bye" I waved, before standing up and pulling out my hair.

I let my hair cascade around my face, covering the tears running down.

I couldn't breathe.

I wanted to go.

I wanted to run so far away.

Screw school. Screw this.

~ Yoongi POV ~

It was like a painful dagger went through my heart.

But it was slow, painful. Pulling and tearing me apart piece from piece.

My childhood friends, the people I held most dear to me, left me. The people I love most left me.

They left me.

I had no one.

No one.

I watched as they all walked over to Y/N. It hurt so much. But I didn't even hate her for it.

What did I do wrong?

What did she do right?

I picked up my stuff and left, and the tears started to pour.

I pushed through all the girls that tried to stop me, upset beyond belief.

Who did I have now?

My father hates me.

My mother is dead.

T.G hates me.

My friends hate me.

Everyone hates me.

Why did I have to be such a horrible person? Why couldn't I just stop sometimes?

Admit defeat.

Scream to the world, I know I'm wrong.

I started sobbing, and I ran so fast I couldn't feel my legs anymore.

I just kept running.

Running and running and more running.

My bag felt heavier and heavier but I didn't care.

I finally got home, and my dad saw me.

"Hey! Why are you not at school!" He shouted, and I stopped, keeping my head down.

Please not now.

Please.

Don't make me hate myself more.

"Is this why you're so dumb! Huh? Can't answer me?" He stormed up to me, and roughly grabbed my chin to face him.

I winced, and when he saw my tears, he threw me to the floor.

"Pathetic piece of junk" he scoffed, and kicked me as he walked away to his office.

I couldn't hold it in.

I cried.

It hurt so, so much.

Like someone was suffocating me.

Someone was choking me.

I couldn't breathe anymore.

I ran to my room, and shouted from the suffocating feeling in my chest.

I hated myself.

I hated myself.

I hated myself so very very much.

Good job Yoongi. Everyone is gone now.

You've got no one now.

A/N
This is short but I'm doing this while procrastinating.
I have like 5 assessments but oh well.

Um I just uploaded a new story called 'opposites' so idek. Check it out. It would mean a lot.

It's basically abt a demon being sent over to heaven, and stuff happens I guess.

Um question time.

What ethnicity are you?

My answer: I'm half German, and half Chinese. Lol sounds weird but yeh.