can a song come true?

min yoongi - seesaw

Yoongi's P.O.V.

"I'm just so fucking sick of your bullshit, (Y/N)!"

I shouted at her, as she continued to pester me about what one of her members had done over the weekend. Pulse slightly rising, I still sat in front of the synthesiser, turning in her direction, giving her an intimidating glare. I had to finish this song I was currently working on as quickly as possible and had some good ideas stuck in my head that had to be noted down before I would forget them. She was simply distracting me and didn't care at all. She knew how important work was at the moment, we had a big comeback planned right around the corner and I needed to finish everything needed for that.

"Can't you spare two fucking minutes, Yoongi? You don't care one bit about this relationship anymore, do you? If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have cleared my schedule for today!"

She yelled back at me, raising her small body from the couch placed opposite from my working place, breathing heavily, as she tried to compose herself. She went on about her wanting me to listen to her more, giving more, if I wanted this relationship to continue. She even rambled about one of her member's boyfriend renting out an amusement park last week, because she once told him she wanted to go, but couldn't as they were idols and were not allowed to be seen in public together.

"Do you even love me anymore?"

She finally asked, panting a little in consequence of her outburst, staring in my direction. Her eyes were locking mine in, searching for an answer. I didn't know what to say. She was definitely the most beautiful creature my eyes had the pleasure of witnessing and I had loved her dearly. At least for the first two years of our relationship, after which everything went kind of downhill.

"Yoongi! Don't you fucking dare not answering at all!"

She was furious now as I was still sitting in my chair, no intention of talking to her in sight. I couldn't. I didn't want to answer. I was tired. Tired of her voice, her presence, even her smell, usually sweet, soothing even, was ticking me off right now. Looking at her simply hurt. It hurt so much, because deep down I knew that I still loved her dearly, but this relationship was draining both of us and it had to end, sooner or later. We just weren't on the same page anymore.
Her gaze suddenly dropped. She opened her mouth slightly as if she wanted to say something, but nothing left her's. She looked devastated, eyes glistening slightly when she finally turned her back in my direction. Grabbing her jacket, I could hear her quiet sob. If I wouldn't have known her for this amount of time, I probably wouldn't have noticed this muffled sound at all, but I did. And it stung my heart, made me even more angry at her, at myself. At this whole wrecked relationship. Without looking at me, she opened the door to get out of genius lab, slamming it back into it's lock as she disappeared into the dark hallway.

"I do."

I whispered. I really did, did I?
Thinking back on what our relationship has provided for the both of us, I could mainly make out sinful nights at her apartment, releasing stress and anger onto one another. Sometimes, when being an idol became a real mental burden for me, I can remember her holding me tightly, telling me I could withstand anything as long as we were together. And I believed her, I believed in this idea of her getting me through all the darkness that surrounded me at times. I believed in her being my saviour, believed she was my light. I was sure, if I ever lost her, I would lose my light. Connivingly she planted that very idea  into my mind and I was sucking it up, as if my body was drying out, starving.

Two months passed without us talking to each other. Countless nights I thought about apologising to her, thought about how I should simply call and meet up with her, talk things out. In the end, I couldn't bring myself to dial her number.