dominant. ☽myg☾

027

Y/N's P.O.V.

Yelling. Lots of yelling. And heavy footsteps.

I sat up, a duvet slipping from my shoulders, falling into a pool at my waist.

Silence. Hurried muttering.

I rubbed at my irritated eyes, feeling heavy and dry.

A door slammed.

"Everything was fine until you came along with your 'feelings' for YoonGi. I know about your shitty alliance with Jimin. He told me everything. The level of immaturity you have blows my mind, L/N. It really fucking does..."

I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair having remembered what Jungkook said.

"...And the shit you said about Hwasa, without even getting to know the girl - that makes you worse than what you said about her. Grow up, Y/N..."

I swallowed. Realisation of the truth behind his words sinking into my skin. I swung my feet over the edge of the bed, spotting my shoes at the foot of the bed. Hurriedly pulling them on, I made my way to the closed bedroom door. I was in Taehyung's room. I placed my ear against the door to listen out for anyone.

"...Stop using your pathetic backstory as an excuse for your lack of inhibitions."

He's right...

The floor I looked at became blurry.

I scanned the room, reminiscent of the memories I shared with Taehyung. I winced at the first one I had in here. Crying about my father. Had I always been this pathetic?

A sense of guilt squeezed my lungs. Just now realising my selfish actions. It was never my intention to come between the boy's like this. Jin said they missed me, but Jungkook said otherwise and, right now, his argument seemed most truthful.

I opened the door, walking into the open-plan living room to see a red-nosed Jimin and a red-eyed Taehyung cuddling on the sofa. YoonGi stood with red knuckles. Red.Red.Red. Bloody red.

YoonGi looked to me angrily, pressumably unintentionally, as his eyes softened when I nervously licked my lips.

I leant from side to side, a bundle of nerves, "I'm gonna go..."

"I need- Can I talk to you, before you go, Y/N?"

It was unexpected, but I nodded in a greement nonetheless. I followed YoonGi into the kitchen, leaning on the island counter, though not making any effort to get comfortable.

"I'm sorry..."

We both stayed silent for a while.

"Just know none of what Jungkook said is true," His cat-like eyes burned into mine.

I hated the way my heart skipped a beat. Though I didn't miss on the chance to memorise the speckles of dark brown in his eyes.

"It is though-"

"No, Y/N. It's not," the desperation in his voice made me second guess my argument.

"YoonGi, listen to yourself! None of this should have happened- hell, none of this could have happened - if it wasn't for me. I fucked you boy's friendship up because of my own selfishness. You're all... You are better off..." I hiccupped.

YoonGi whimpered, grabbing my hand,"Don't fucking finish that sentence, Y/N."

I cupped his cheek, thumb swiping the wetness from under his eyes, "You're better off without me, YoonGi. Face the facts. This relationship- this thing between us - it's completely toxic. We're not good for each other."

"H-Hey! Don't say that - we-we are great together - remember that time when we- haha! A-And that other time when-when-" YoonGi went into panic-mode, spluttering nonesense.

"YoonGi," I looked at his bloodshot eyes, then at his lips, "Look at us. We're two kids going into our last year of high school, for fucks sake. We're just two hormonal messes with life's waiting for us. This isn't a big deal."

"Not a big deal? Not a big deal! I'll show you a big fucking deal."

His lips crashed into mine as we fell into a desperate kiss.

We seperated for air, foreheads magnetised together, chests heaving.

"I need to go... I'm no good for you."

He leant in again but I pulled back, pulling out of his grasp walking down the corridor to the front door.

I slowly opened the door, looking back for the last time to see YoonGi looking forlorn, his eyes crestfallen and dripping tears, "Y/N... please... I love you..."

"I-" I tripped over my tongue.

"I'm just sorry."

And then I just left.