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三十五

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I'm so confused.

So, I walked towards the restroom, the sound of my leather shoes echoing through the empty corridor, thinking about how everything would go perfectly well with Taehyung. Yoongi asked me to meet him at the restroom, where he'll give me the balloon he bought for me at the party store he works at. Then I would give Taehyung the balloon and then he'll be happy, and everything would be perfect.

But nothing was perfect.

I got in the restroom and saw Yoongi leaning against the wall, holding that stupid balloon in one hand and grinning at me like he always did. "What the hell did I just get myself into?" I asked, chuckling.

Yoongi hummed, smiling and he gave me the balloon. "Don't be too cheerful, everyone will see you and that'll be game over for your stupid little reputation," Yoongi snickered.

"I know."

"Now you go and get your man. Okay?" Yoongi told me, tone suddenly gentle. I smiled at him, before turning around to head out. I walked a few steps, before I felt him pull my collar and slamming me against the wall. "Y-Yoongi! M-My suit-"

Before I could scold him any more, without any sort of warning, that fucking prick slammed his lips into mine.

Fucking hell, is consent a myth in this town?

I met Yoongi at his store, where I went to.. well.. Look for shit for Taehyung's birthday, I mean, what else? And he was the cashier, he was so nice to me that he accepted to help me on his days off. He's five years older than me, that's already something, but he's still only 22.

And I'm fucking underage, so why does that matter?

Despite all the hours I spent at the gym, his grip was too strong for me, and I gave up trying to push him away, yet, I didn't give in that stupid motherfucking kiss.

And like always, it was always when Yoongi would say or do some stupid fucking shit that he would just pop up! I don't understand, why he always comes in at those times!

"J-J-Jung- Jungk-kook?" Taehyung stuttered, eyes tearing up.

I kicked Yoongi in the balls with my knee.

The scenery was absolutely cursed. Imagine walking down a hotel corridor and passing in front of a bathroom, then seeing one guy on the floor clutching his balls, another guy holding a balloon with TAEHYUNG written on it in all caps, the third guy holding in tears and shaking.

Cursed as fuck.

At that moment, I wanted to stab Yoongi. So hard. I wanted him to die. I've never wished real death to anyone. But Yoongi, Yoongi deserved the worst, painful, slow death there could be.

"Taeh-"

"I-I don't und-understand,"

Taehyung was so confused. I've never thought about him being this way, but it isn't a nice sight. "Please, Taehy-"

Me and my stupid balloon. My stupid "Happy Birthday Taehyung" balloon. Stupid birthday. Stupid Yoongi.

"Dude, my fucking balls! I'm probably sterile right now, you fucking moron! I helped you so much, and you thank me like thi-"

"Yeah. Yeah, of course I'll thank you like this. If you didn't know I had a boyfriend, I would forgive you. But you KNEW, Yoongi! You knew! I don't understand, I really don't, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THIS?!"

I found myself crying and trying to hit Yoongi, looking like a child having a tantrum. The worst part is I didn't even land a hit on him.

"Because I-I- I fucking love you, you idiot! I-I sent signs ever since I m-met you, but you didn't- You didn't catch ANY OF THOSE! I-I'm sorry for d-doing that whe-when you're h-happy with T-Tae- I c-couldn't hold m-myself ba-back- I-I've b-been so- so selfish, J-Jungkook-"

Now all three of us were crying. I turned my head to look at Taehyung, but he stared at the wall behind me, a blank expression on his face. "Taehyung,"

"I-I-I d-don't want you t-to leave me, w-why did you do t-this..?"

I tried my best. I really did. I did all the explaining I could, but nothing convinced him.

He left me, on the spot.

I'll never forget the way he-

The way he told me he has never loved me. The tears streaming down his face. He just broke up with me. Right there.

On prom day. In front of a restroom.

It wasn't a soft breakup- he called me a cheater, a worthless piece of shit. I didn't care about all the insults he threw at me, in fact, I deserved them, and all he was doing was naming facts.

But when he told me the real truth, it hit me in the face hard. Like, real hard.

I've never even loved you, Jungkook, you know that? I only fucking dated you out of pity, because you seemed so sad and in love, I couldn't ignore it. I've never had true feelings for you.

I've only ever loved holding hands with you, and it wasn't because of you, simply because my hand has always been empty.

I watched him get in the elevator, and the doors closed. "Jungkoo-"

"Leave me alone, Yoongi. Okay? Leave me the fuck alone."

I stood up, teary-eyed as I popped the balloon with my fingernails, throwing it in a bin.

I couldn't convince myself it was all fake.

I didn't even date him properly. Even his heart was something I couldn't achieve, like everything I've ever tried. I truly felt happy again with him, and because of Yoongi- No.

No.

Because of me.

I could have fought back, told Yoongi I didn't want to kiss him.

But no, me and my stupid ass decided to stay there. All the different ways I could have escaped. And I didn't try any of them. Like a cheater. Like a worthless piece of shit. Like everything Taehyung called me.

He was right.

He was so right.

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