Mr. Horny B*stard (Jungkook x Reader)

CHAPTER 19: BETTER OFF

『✄- - -☞ Yoongi's POV ☜- - -✄』

"I like you."
"What."

I never knew how a simple, one syllable, nonchalantly said word could hurt so much. His voice stabbed my heart, poking through the very last arteries left hanging, my heart stopped for a moment and it dropped into my stomach as I heard it shatter. His eyes were shocked and absurd, I felt alienated and trapped, I blinked and all I could vision was his surprised face, for a moment my sight didn't matter as much as before.

Words were caught in both of our throats but his were more noticeable, more hurtful. He thought I was crazy, that I was weird, his hands loosened on my body as it left a burning sensation unbearable to most. I was ashamed, I was a disgrace, I didn't belong so I let my brain take over my body, leaving my heart to rest for a long time.

I pushed Hoseok with all the strength I had, he dropped onto the ground as I closed the elevator and pushed the ground floor button. I heard Hoseok standing up about to open the lift again.
"Stop Hobi... just stop. It's the least you could do", my voice wretched grief, sorrow, melancholy. You name it.
I knew Hoseok's hand was sliding down the elevator door trying to reach me inside but I was scared and hurt to care. My heart was once in pristine condition but I did the most stupidest thing imagined and gave it to someone who'd never notice, soon the box it came in started to collect dust, wilt and eventually affected the heart. The colour started to fade away until it was simply grey, it started chipping off, receiving cuts and getting damaged. It started to lose itself.

I glanced at the mirror and saw how ugly I looked. You'd think after crying on the daily you'd run out of tears but my eyes forced itself to cry until it felt like I was crying out blood, my eyes stung and burned incredibly, my ears were trained to block out the sound of me crying until my sobs started to sound blurry, I was a wreck.

I wiped my face with a tissue and glanced at the mirror, it didn't look like I was crying anymore. I looked like I was done with life. My eyes were replaced with dull and ambiguous features instead of the detailed and colourful hues it once was, I watched the panel near the door slowly go to the ground floor as it slowed down to a stop.

I forced myself to move trying to encourage my body parts to compromise, I waved at Soobin and Kai as they said goodbye to me back. I walked to my car and slid into the driver's seat as I rolled my head back, I pulled the lever that pulled my seat back and stared at the roof.

I closed my eyes and hummed a small song to myself, I tapped my fingers and soon the rain started to join. Small bumps were heard on the roof, they clicked at the windows and started drumming on the roof. I slid back the cover for the car's skylight and watched the rain cover the screen.

"This stupid seesaw, this seesaw, it's a game
I'm just so tired, so sick of the pain
This stupid seesaw, this seesaw, it's a game
I'm just so tired, so sick of the pain." (credits to Joytastic Sarah)

『✄- - -☞ Hoseok's POV ☜- - -✄』

"Stop Hobi... just stop. It's the least you could do".

I felt so guilty, I knew Yoongi overthinks things so I was worried about what he thought of me, he probably thought I didn't want to see him again when I wanted the exact opposite.

Wait, what are my feelings for Yoongi?

I go back into my office and sit on my chair as I rolled my head back, I thought about it deep and hard until my head dropped to the side where Yoongi's office was located. I imagined him there, working on his desk typing away, one second he'd be furiously typing and the next he'd be scrolling through an email, i envisioned him yawning as he checks the time, patting his stomach as it's probably lunch for him.

I'd hear his small footsteps walking past my office and him entering the lift as I'd follow him after. I thunk (A/N: the word was intentionally used) more and remembered times where I visited his office every so often, sometimes he'd have his headphones on, sometimes he'd be bored and would be playing club penguin or sometimes he'd be asleep and I would always pull a blanket over his body.

I started to notice how much I stuck onto Yoongi, I'd always remember the unusual amount of time I'd stare at him while he slept, it sounded creepy but he looked too cute. His nose would crinkle from time to time and when he'd have a nightmare his eyebrow furrowed, I would always press my finger in between and watch him relax as he stuffed his face deeper into his arms.

I remember walking by him and... looking a bit too low where his perky ass stood out... oof. Sometimes I would crave company whenever I was alone in my office for a long time so I started emailing Yoongi to get some coffee, every time he left I would crave for more company. His to be exact.

I remembered the time where he took days off of work because of his depression, I would stare at the wall shared with his office daydreaming about what he'd be doing. When he came back my body started perking whenever he came around. 

And after all of that thinking, my mind struck.

I like Min Yoongi and I was gonna get him back... somehow.