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yoongi- angst

"YOURE ONLY STOPPING ME FROM CHASING MY DREAMS!"

tears streamed down my face as I sat on my bed, locking the door.
yoongi and I had another argument and I was hurt after what he had said.
honestly, I didn't want to hurt or annoy him, I just wanted to vent to him about my terrible day, and I didn't realise he was producing music. the lingers of his cologne had slowly faded away, along with a slam on the door.
he had left to see his friend, which was so close to him.
thousands of negative thoughts filled my mind.

"he's probably dating her."
"he's probably getting his needs fulfilled by her."
"he's probably complaining about me to her."
"he's probably going to call and force you to leave him and his heart."

I packed my bag, while I sobbed
I wrote a letter to explain my departure from korea.
I had found another bigger opportunity at my parents home and I wanted to decline it, but now I'm going back and chase my real dreams too.

letter :
hi yoongi,
I know you're still upset over the fight, but I need to leave. I love you, and I want you to be happy. To be happy, you would want to chase your dreams, and I'm just a distraction. There's also a better opportunity at my parents country, so I'm leaving. Don't miss me, I love you, and I'm sure you can find someone who truly has your heart. I love you.
love, y/n

YOONGI POV
I wish she understands me more. I have my work, and I can't get the beat or the lyrics right on the song, and I have to get it done by hook or by crook tommorow.
Honestly, I think I was quite harsh, I should probably go back and apologise.
"Hey Jimin, I need to go back, thanks for the suggestion on the new song, bye."
I made my way back home, fiddling with my keys.
When I entered, I found the house awfully quiet.
She couldn't have left right?
"y/n!"
silence filled the air other than the loud echo.
was the house more empty?
"maybe she went somewhere else?" I thought, brushing off my thoughts.
I walked to my studio and worked.
It was strange, late in the night, where was y/n?
I opened my door, and walked to our room, was she sleeping.
I thought the door was locked?
I walked in, to see her belongings cleared, not even a thing of hers was left behind.
"Y/N?!" I cried out in despair, hoping to hear her sweet voice again.
I tried to call her but with no avail, her phone was closed.
I realised a piece of paper.
Reading it, tears flowed down my eyes like a leaky tap. I was too harsh, I shouldn't had say those words that had pierced her heart. If only I could turn back the time, if only.
"I love you y/n!"