Lost In Translation

The One With the Decision

21

~°~°~°~°~Yoongi's POV°~°~°~°~°~

I wake up the sound of voices rudely conversing rather loudly. Their voices pulling me out from my slumber.

"Yah, you wouldn't believe it, she crawled on my bed then grabbed my hair and threatened to cut it all off if we didn't call him!! It was so scary!" A voice whines.

"Geez, what would send her over the edge like that? If she wanted to talk to Hitman so bad, it must have been a big deal." A different voice responds locking my attention onto the conversation.

After a long pause, the next one to speak wakes me up completely.

"D-do you think it could be because of what I did?" A soft voice speaks up, dripping with uncertainty. I immediately recognize it to be Jimin's.

"I don't know, depends on what you did, Jimin." A voice sighs, judging by its weighty tone, I know it belongs to Namjoon.

"I... I might have confessed my feelings to her last night..." Jimin says quietly.

I feel my heart suddenly ache as I hear the words come out of his mouth.

She knows...

All the others groan in unison.

"Is that why you two were in the office for so long?" Namjoon asks.

What?

My stomach ties itself into knots, signaling to my mind that I don't want to here anymore. I promptly get up and head out of the room without waiting to hear the rest of the conversation.

My mind is in a haze as I find myself leaving the hotel walking aimlessly around the city.

Maybe, I can find a distraction and the fresh air will do me some good.

But I can't keep her out of my mind...

She has fallen victim to Jimin and I didn't do anything to prevent it.

I should have said something, or done more to stop him. I let so many opportunities slip by unnoticed.

But deep down I know she wouldn't have listened to me, not after that interview.

All because of that blasted song.

I had stayed up last night trying to see if I could find out who uploaded the song. I even had a hacker see if he could see where the video was shared.

All we could find was that it was sent from my phone the night before the interview, during the concert.

Which only means someone who has access to my phone set me up, either intentionally or non-intentionally.

But I don't know who.

Damn!

I kick a street light pole to help rid myself of the anger which was beginning to consume my senses.

It does the trick as the pain coursing through my nerves, grounds my emotions from taking over.

I hobble over to a bench and sit down to let my footrest for a bit.

I made sure not to break anything when I kicked, but I can tell it will leave a bruise.

I sigh as even the pain can't keep Melody and Jimin out of my mind.

I thought he would surely wait a bit longer before telling her.

I wanted to be able to smooth things over with her about the song before it came to this.