The life of an idol (m.y.g)✅

⭐Chapter 9⭐

Y/N POV

A whole week passes without anything changing in my life. Yoongi still avoids me for some unknown reason, practices and meetings everyday, shootings and singing lessons. I try to ignore my feelings as best as I can but even I know I'm not a good actress. It's hard to smile for the fans when I actually just want to crawl in a dark whole and disapear forever. But every day I put on my best fake smile again and again so even though I feel empty and useless I can make others happy. Even though I kinda hate our packed schedule most of the time it's good like this. All the work keeps me distracted from my misery. Whenever I have just a minute of free time I drown myself in work. I go work out at the gym with Kookie, dance my soul away with Jiminie and Hobi, write a song with Namjoon, have Jin trying to teach me cooking or go hunt for gucci clothes with Tae. While at day I can mostly focus on other things, when the night falls all those feelings and thoughts come rushing in again. When I'm surrounded by the dark of the night I long for him. His gentle touches, his deep soothing voice, his precious, rare gummy smiles that make my heart melt, I miss everything. From our weekly tradition of listening to music together and dance the night away to him annoying the crap out of me because of my hight. I miss it all.
It's a nice Saturday morning when I leave the warmth of my bed and stretch in the morning sun that bathes my milky white skin in vitamin D. I take a look at Yoongis peaceful face as he's still asleep before turning away to waddle into the kitchen. It's so early that the house is still dead, there aren't  tired boys in pyjamas devouring their breakfast quite yet. I enjoy the warm sun shining onto my skin through one of the big windows for a few moments longer before grabbing a smoothy from the fridge. I open the lid and start to drink while looking down onto the streets of Seoul. I grew up in Busan and decided to come to Seoul with one of my best friends back then. We both had the dream of becoming idols since we were little kids. We'd always watch the performances on TV and try to learn the lyrics and the dance moves. When we first came here I emidiatly fell in love with this city. Something about it just made me want to stay there forever. With our last money we rented a tiny, two-room apartment for the both of us to live in. We went to numerous auditions together and one day it worked for her. She got accepted by a small entertainment. Not long after I was picked up by Bighit entertainment and everything seemed to be perfect. We moved into our dorms after a while of being trainees so we fortunatly weren't able to meet too often. But I was still happy. But when her group got more and more famous she started to look down on me. She thinks she's better than anyone and nobody could ever be better. Whenever I think back to her I miss how it used to be. She was the only one that knew everything about me amd I knew everything about her. I didn't consider her a friend but a sister. Two arms suddenly sneek around my hips, making me jump.
"Did I scare you?" Jimin says and I can just hear the smile in his voice.
I duck away from his arms after a few moment as it gets awkward.
"Why did you hug me?" I ask, acting disgusted. "You just looked like you needed a hug." He answers, flashing a knowing smile at me. "How is it going with Yoongi?" I sigh at his question. "Like always he avoids me." turning away I make it clear for him that I don't want to talk about it.
I have to finally forget him.